Blood Roses Lyrics

Blood Roses lyrics

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