Blood Roses
Blood rosesBlood rosesBack on the street nowBlood rosesBlood rosesBack on the street nowCan't forget the things you never saidOn days like these starts me thinkingWhen chickens get a taste of your meat girlChickens get a taste of your meat yes
You gave him your bloodAnd your warm little diamondHe likes killing you after you're deadYou think I'm a queerI think you're a queerSaid I think you're a queerI think you're a queerI shaved every place where you been boyI said I shaved every place where you been yes
God knows I knowI've thrown away those gracesGod knows I've thrown awayThose gracesGod knows I knowI've thrown away those graces
The Belle of New Orleans tried to show meOnce how to tangoWrapped around you feetWrapped around like good little roses
Blood rosesBlood rosesBack on the street nowBlood rosesBlood rosesBack on the street nowNow, nowNow you've cut out the fluteFrom the throat of the loonAt least when you cry nowHe can't even hear youWhen chickens get a taste of your meat girlCome onCome onWhen he sucks you deepSometimes you're nothing but meat