Black Rose
Counting days ’til it’s over, my friends’Til it’s over, my friends, count alongCounting days ’til it’s over, my friends‘Til it’s over, my friends, count along
Feeling rich, feeling poor, feeling nothing moreSelf destructive on a rollercoaster fireballCut her tongue, don’t believe a word she saysShe’s on a hunt, cooking cooking cooking misery
Left my heart on the shelf for way too longSick and tired, picking up from the dirty floorI saw the line of snakes that came to me
So innocent were the daysThe taste of good memoriesA bag full of hope that was only for me and you
No more broken dreamsI feel like a loaded gunSpitting bullets at your armor of mind controlCut her tongue, don’t believe a word she saysShe’s on a hunt, cooking cooking cooking misery
Cannot think, cannot talk, cannot do it rightCan’t call the doctor, he’s as sick as you and II saw the line of snakes that came to me
So innocent were the daysThe taste of good memoriesA bag full of hope that was only for me and you
So innocent were the daysThe taste of good memoriesA bag full of hope that was only for me and you
Counting days ‘til it’s over, my friends‘Til it’s over, my friends, count alongCounting days ’til it’s over, my friends‘Til it’s over, my friends count along
Counting days ‘til it’s over, my friends’Til it’s over, my friends, count alongCounting days ’til it’s over, my friends‘Til it’s over that thing called love
So innocent were the days, the taste of good memoriesA bag full of hope that was only for me and you
So innocent were the days, the taste of good memoriesA bag full of hope that was only for me and you
Please let it grow, where it belongsThere in the dark where the shadows are bornLeave it alone. I’m sure it will find its wayto redeem and blossom‘Cause I know, the black rose will find its home