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
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
I shaved every place where you been
God knows I know I've thrown away those graces
The belle of New Orleans
Tired 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
When he sucks you deep
Sometimes you're nothing but meat
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