Tori Amos - Blood Roses lyrics

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 you 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

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 you 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

Sometimes you're nothing but meat