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

And 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 I shaved every place where you 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

Round and round your feet

Round and round 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

Oh when he sucks you deep, yes

Sometimes you're nothing but meat