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 you 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
  Wrapped around you 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
  Sometimes you're nothing but meat