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 your
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
T Artists/Bands 
Tori Amos CDs in sales 
