Blood roses, blood roses

Back on the street now

Can't forget the things you never said

On days like this gets me thinking when

Chickens get a piece of your meat

Chickens get a piece of your meat

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

I 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 know I've thrown away those graces

The belle of New Orleans

Tired 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