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
 chickens get a taste of your meat

 you gave him your blood
 and your warm little diamond
 he likes killing you after your 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

 god knows 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
 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
 when he sucks you deep
 sometimes you're nothing but meat