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

Start’s me thinking

 

When chickens get a taste of your meat girl

Chickens get a taste of your meat yea

 

You gave him your blood and your warm little diamond

He likes killing you after your dead

You think I’m a queer

I think you’re a queer

Said I think you’re a queer

 

I shaved every place where you been boy

I said I shaved every place where you been yes

 

Ah ah ah

 

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 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, 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 yes sometimes you’re nothing but meat