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 Chickens get a taste of your meat, yes You gave him your blood And your warm little diamond He likes killing you after you dead 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'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, 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
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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
Chickens get a taste of your meat, yes
You gave him your blood
And your warm little diamond
He likes killing you after you dead
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'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, 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