Blood Roses - 2016 Remaster

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 girl
 When chickens 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
 I shaved every place where you been boy
 I said I shaved every place where you been yes
 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, 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