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 girl

Chickens get a taste of your meat yes

You gave him you 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
Said I think you're a queer
I think you're a queer

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


God knows I know
I've thrown away those graces
God knows 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 you 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, 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 girl

Come on
Come on
Come on

Come on
Come on
Come on

Come on
Come on
Come on

When he sucks you deep
Sometimes you're nothing but meat