[Ramona_A_Stone]

Blood roses blood roses
Back on the street now
Can't forget the things you never said
On days like these starts me thinking

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
I think you're a queer
Said I think you're a queer

I've shaved every place where you've been boy
Shaved every place where you been, yes

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
You've cut out the flute from the throat of the loon
At least when you cry now he can't even hear you

Chickens get a taste of your meat

When he sucks you deep
Sometimes you're nothing but meat