The Violence of the Rose

Such a staggering face It cuts the moon in half A crooked smile, hair breaks You got that girlish laugh You know I'm just as disillusioned as you Two bitter peas in a pod We love the shadows like the others need sunshine Work for the devil and every god You see the violence of the rose Not just a pretty flower All dressed up with no place to go Your sad heart's filled with wonder While I'm still trying to astound you But I'm still moping around you Don't need a thorn to let me know About the violence of the rose Out of step with the world Confused about most people We're all a little disturbed And some are awfully evil I'll meet you in the gilded gutter darling Treading on an angel's wings Your love is tougher than the sad pseudo-Russian But as tender as the Magdalene You see the violence of the rose Not just a pretty flower All dressed up with no place to go Your sad heart's filled with wonder While I'm still trying to astound you But I'm still moping around you Don't need a thorn to let me know About the violence of the rose We could be lonely in the crowd We could be lost in that sound Watch all the satellites burning down You see the violence of the rose Not just a pretty flower All dressed up with no place to go Your sad heart's filled with wonder While I'm still trying to astound you But I'm still moping around you I don't need a thorn to let me know About the violence of the rose Of the rose The violence of the rose