Blood Roses

　　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 gets me thinking

　　when chickens get a taste of your meat

　　chckens get a taste of your meat

　　you gave him your blood

　　and your warm little diamond

　　he likes killing you after you dead

　　you think I'm a queer

　　I think you're a queer

　　I think you're a queer

　　Said I think you're a queer

　　and I shaved every place where you been

　　I shaved every place where you been

　　God knows I know I've thrown away those graces

　　God knows I know I've thrown away those graces

　　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 even hear you

　　when chickens get a taste of your meat

　　when chickens sucks you deep

　　sometimes you're nothing but meat

　　sometimes you're nothing but meat