Blood roses
Blood roses
Back on the street
now
Blood roses
Blood roses
Back on the street now
Can't
forget the things you never said
on days like these
starts me thinking
When chickens get a taste of your
meat
Chickens get a taste of your meat
You gave him your
blood
and your warm little diamond
He likes killing you after
you're dead
You think I'm a queer
I think you're a queer
I
think you're a queer
I think you're a queer
I shaved every
place where you been boy
I shaved every place where you been yes
God knows I know I've thrown away those graces
The belle of New
Orleans tried to show me
once how to tango
Wrapped around your
feet
Wrapped around like good little roses
Blood roses
Blood
roses
Back on the street now
Blood roses
Blood
roses
Back on the street now
Now you've cut out the
flute
from the throat of the loon
at least when you cry
now
he can't hear you
when chickens get a taste of your
meat
Come on come on come on come on
when he sucks you
deep
Sometimes you're nothing but meat