Blood Roses

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, yess

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
Said I think you're a queer

I shaved every place where you been, boy I shaved every place where you been, yess 
God knowsI'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 a 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.

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