Bob Mould - Thirty Dozen Roses lyrics

[Bob Mould - Thirty Dozen Roses lyrics]

Some days
My brain blows up in an elegant way
My muse, short fuse, time bomb
What's left to lose?

Olive branches piled up at your door
You don't let me come inside
Your place no more

I lose track of myself as I fall
To the bottom of a wishing well
My bones, they break so clean
Leave a perfect space between

You adorned with ornamental jewels
And me, a thorn
I'm such a lousy prick to you
Chocolate doesn't faze you any more
You found a sweeter filling
This is rotten to the core
The swollen hollow of my wobbly heart


Thirty dozen roses, that might be a start
I'm feeling hopeless thirty dozen roses

Olive branches piled up at your door
You don't let me come inside no more

The swollen hollow of my wobbly heart
Thirty dozen roses, that might be a start
I'm feeling hopeless thirty dozen roses
I'm feeling hopeless thirty dozen roses
I'm feeling hopeless thirty dozen roses

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