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 meat
You gave them your blood
and you 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
Waid I think you're a queer
and I shaved ever place where you been
I shaved everyplace wher you been
God knows I know 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 chicken get a taste of your meat
when he sucks you deep
sometimes you're nothing but meat