Tori Amos - Blood Roses lyrics
[Tori Amos - Blood Roses lyrics]
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
Chickens get a taste of your meat, yes
You gave him your blood and
Your warm little diamond
He likes killing you after you’re dead
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
And I shaved every place where you’ve 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’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
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
Chickens get a taste of your meat, yes
You gave him your blood and
Your warm little diamond
He likes killing you after you’re dead
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
And I shaved every place where you’ve 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’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