Lyrics

Stand still man you'd better not flinch Vase full of gasoline and a seven year itch It's vast out here in no-mans land All you got left is in your hands Dead flowers, I got 'em by the dozen Dead flowers, ain't no discussion Black roses without water Can't live here for too long Anytime I try to call her, the phone rings on and on and on Black roses petals falling I know there is something wrong When you see it's me who's calling, the phone rings on and one and on Taking my troubles from door to door No one wants to know about it anymore Another one closes, slammed in my face But I keep knocking just in case Dead flowers, I got 'em by the dozen Dead flowers, ain't no discussion Black roses without water Can't live here for too long Anytime I try to call her, the phone rings on and on and on Black roses petals falling I know there is something wrong When you see it's me who's calling, the phone rings on and one and on Made a deal with a devil, now it's time to stand and be counted Dug your own grave and you can't do a thing about it Handful of petals strewn across the bed Lost in a moment, forgot what was said Nothing more evil than a woman scorned I'm laying here bleeding with my crown of thorns Dead flowers, I got 'em by the dozen Dead flowers, ain't no discussion Black roses without water Can't live here for too long Anytime I try to call her, the phone rings on and on and on Black roses petals falling I know there is something wrong When you see it's me who's calling, the phone rings on and one and on
Writer(s): Kevin Shirley, Joseph L Bonamassa, Tom Hambridge Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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