Blood Roses

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

chckens get a taste of your meat yes



You gave him your blood

and your warm little diamond

he likes killing you after you've died

you think I'm a queer

I think you're a queer

Said I think you're a queer

I think you're a queer

and I shaved every place where you been boy

I shaved every place where you been yeah



God knows I know I've thrown away those graces x3



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 even hear you

when chickens get a taste of your meat

come on, come on, come on

when chickens sucks you deep

sometimes you're nothing but meat