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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 you're 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
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
Now you've cute 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 you meat, When he sucks you deep
Sometimes you're nothing but meat |
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