Tori Amos

Blood Roses

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 gets me thinking.
When chickens get a taste of your meat.
When 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.
I think you're a queer.
Said I think you're a queer.

And I shaved every place where you been.
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
Come on, Come on, Come on, Come on,
When sucks you deep.
Sometimes you're nothing but meat.