Diamonds & Roses

Gone are the days of the Ivory Towers

Butterfly kisses and analog flowers

Wandering eyes watching over the trees

Screaming internally

There you are with those Jezebel eyes

There you are, not a cloud in your skies

There you are at a hundred degrees

Singing diamonds and roses

And everything's golden

But that doesn't matter to me

Love letters written with programmed affection

Poisonous whispers and data collection

The garden of Eden, Guantánamo Bay

Hanging on holy days

There you are with those Jezebel eyes

There you are, not a cloud in your skies

There you are at a hundred degrees

Singing diamonds and roses

And everything's golden

But that doesn't matter to me

Oh, who was I to twist the knife?

Out in the darkness with my alibi

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh

Oh

There you are with those Jezebel eyes

There you are, not a cloud in your skies

There you are at a hundred degrees

Singing diamonds and roses

And everything's golden

But that doesn't matter to me