Blood Roses

Music and Lyrics by Tori Amos

Blood Roses 
Blood Roses 
Back on the street now 
can't forget the things you never said 
on days like these gets 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 
Said I think you're a queer 
and I shaved every place where you been 
I shaved every place where you been 

God knows 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 
now you've cut out the flute 
from the throat of the loon 
at least when you cry now 
he can't even hear you 
when chickens get a taste of your meat 
when he sucks you deep 
sometimes you're nothing but meat.