Blood Roses Blood Roses Back on the street
now can't forget the things you never
said on days like these gets me
thinking when chickens get a taste of your
meat chickens get a taste of your
meat
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 I think you're a queer Said
I think you're a queer and I shaved every
place where you been I shaved every place
where you been
God knows 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 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 when he sucks you
deep sometimes you're nothing but meat
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