Blood Roses - Tori Amos

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 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

Said I think you’re a queer, I think you’re a queer

And I shaved every place where you’ve 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 your 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, yes

Sometimes you’re nothing but meat