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 Chickens get a taste of your meat
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 I think you're a queer I think you're a queer
I shaved every place where you been boy I shaved every place where you been yes
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 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 hear you When chickens get a taste of your meat Come on come on come on come on When he sucks you deep Sometimes you're nothing but meat
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