Concrete BlondeRoses Grow (Live)

L.A., who'da thought Right smack dab in the middle of what With the belching buses and the broken bones Said, “Devil, pour me another shot” Hey, hey, L.A. Who'da thought, who'da thought, who'da thought L.A., after closing when it's down to me And the same old souls Well, Johnny's all right if you buy him a gin He'll tell you his stories about Errol Flynn He even danced with Marilyn That's what they say Devil, pour me another shot Hey, hey, L.A. Who'da thought, who'da thought I woulda never thought Up through the cracks Up through the broken glass In the hot red light of a black and white Roses grow Up through the cracks Up through the broken glass In the hot red light of a black and white Roses grow, roses grow Roses grow, roses grow You know Roxy was is in tonight She's styling around in her fishnet tights And she's got more life at 65 Than the teenage boys she keeps up all night She said heavy metal and the young hard cock What, can't you handle that kind of talk? The strippers here, they really rock Devil, pour me another shot Hey, hey, L.A. Who'da thought, who'da thought I never woulda thought, never woulda thought Up through the cracks Up through the broken glass In the hot red light of a black and white Roses grow Up through the cracks Up through the broken glass In the hot red light of a black and white Roses grow Roses grow, roses grow Roses grow, roses grow Roses grow, roses grow Roses grow, say
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