Blood Roses

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