Blood Roses

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 meat You gave them your blood and you 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 Waid I think you're a queer and I shaved ever place where you been I shaved everyplace wher 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 cut out the flute from the throat of the loon at least when you cry now he can't even hear you when chicken get a taste of your meat when he sucks you deep sometimes you're nothing but meat