Written by chris cornell

I'd cry enough rain

To wash your garden away
But I'm dry as stone
So your trees wash away like veins

But I've been know to
Take a blow, and I know
How fair your garden grows

With, fresh deadly roses
Fresh deadly roses



You laid all your lilies on the grave
Of all the lonely

Soldiers you left battle torn
You cut their pride
On your concertina, that surrounds

Fresh deadly roses
Fresh deadly roses



Now I know just how it feels
To see my love congeal

Under your razor heel, and your
Fresh deadly roses
You gave me fresh deadly roses

You gave me the birds in your trees
Buzzing around disease
And leaves growing blood hungry leeches

And your fresh deadly roses
You gave me fresh deadly roses



One, two, three, four
More thorns in my side

Each little wound
Is getting harder to hide
Hard to swallow

I'd love to make you
Mine to break your
Fresh deadly roses

You gave me fresh deadly roses