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Blood Roses
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
Chickens get a taste of your meat girl
You gave him your blood
and your warm little diamond
He likes killing you after you’ve died
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 shaved every place where you’ve been boy
I said I shaved every place where you been...
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
When chickens get a taste of your meat
When he sucks you deep
Sometimes you’re nothing but meat
~T.A.
greg commented December 8, 2005 03:29 PM
I can remember where I came from
I escape into your escape
Lori commented December 8, 2005 03:46 PM
It's across the sky
And across my heart
And I cross my legs
Oh my God
First my left foot
Then my right - behind the other
Breadcumbs lost under the snow........
Lori commented December 8, 2005 03:48 PM
and Greg he writes letters and burns his CDs..
greg commented December 8, 2005 03:51 PM
Black chariot for the redhead
Lori commented December 8, 2005 03:55 PM
dancing dancing girl
He's gonna change my name
Maybe you'll leave the light on
Just in just in case I like the dancing I can remember where I come from
Greg commented December 8, 2005 04:31 PM
People say I'm crazy doing
what I'm doing
Well they give me kinds of warnings
to save me from ruin
When I say that I'm OK well they
look at me kind of strange
Surely you're not happy now
you no longer play the game
J.L.
I Know longer play the game-Greg
Lori commented December 8, 2005 04:42 PM
I'm just sitting here watching the wheels go round and round, I really LOVe to watch them roll
No longer riding on the merry-go-round
I just had to let it go
I just had toooooooooo let it go-o-o-o-ohhhhhhhh
RIP J.L.