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 starts me thinking
when chickens get a taste of your meat
chckens get a taste of your meat yes
You gave him your blood
and your warm little diamond
he likes killing you after you've died
you think I'm a queer
I think you're a queer
Said I think you're a queer
I think you're a queer
and I shaved every place where you been boy
I shaved every place where you been yeah
God knows I know I've thrown away those graces
God knows I know 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 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
come on, come on, come on
when chickens sucks you deep
sometimes you're nothing but meat
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 starts me thinking
when chickens get a taste of your meat
chckens get a taste of your meat yes
You gave him your blood
and your warm little diamond
he likes killing you after you've died
you think I'm a queer
I think you're a queer
Said I think you're a queer
I think you're a queer
and I shaved every place where you been boy
I shaved every place where you been yeah
God knows I know I've thrown away those graces
God knows I know 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 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
come on, come on, come on
when chickens sucks you deep
sometimes you're nothing but meat
song info:
Verified yes
LanguageEnglish
GenreAlternative, Pop
Rank−
Duration00:03:56
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Copyright ©Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing
WriterTori Ellen Amos
Lyrics licensed byLyricFind
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Last updatedMarch 7th, 2022
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