Blood roses, blood roses Back on the street now Can't forget the things you never said On days like this gets me thinking when Chickens get a piece of your meat, girl Chickens get a piece of your meat
You gave him your 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 I think you're a queer I said I think you're a queer And I shaved every place where you been, boy I shaved every place where you been
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 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 When he sucks you deep Sometimes you're nothing but meatTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
