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Blood roses
Blood roses
Back on the street now
Blood roses
Blood roses
Back on the street now
Cant 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 youre dead
You think Im a queer
I think youre a queer
I think youre a queer
I think youre a queer

I shaved every place where you been boy
I shaved every place where you been yes

God knows I know Ive 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 youve cut out the flute
From the throat of the loon
At least when you cry now
He cant hear you
When chickens get a taste of your meat
Come on come on come on come on
When he sucks you deep
Sometimes youre nothing but meat