Lyrics:
efforts are negated by the passive observers.
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They spend days before the T.V. set so burned out,
Is it any wonder they've lost all sense of vision
, roses, roses on my head
Thorns on either side got me bleeding with no end
She got roses, roses, roses in her hands
She holds em by the thorns, she holds em
the truth because the truth is sickening
So I just leave the pigs in the pigpen
I'm sure the devil's got him a big grin
Watching my head spin with moral
king
Greedy pigs playing king
Greedy greedy little pigs
Morning star, divine light
Take the lives of my enemies
The world is ruled by a gluttonous tyrant
windowpane
Dusty, dreaming of the day they’d
Touch the satin rain
My love is like these roses, dying to be true
Withered, worn and waiting to find
My way back
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
to get me anywhere . . .
My poor worried heart was almost certain,
That this love affair would never be . . .
Then I sent a dozen yellow roses,
Then
curtains open, so that's her fate
Leaving out her house, grabbed the bitch by her mouth
Drug her back in, slammed her down on the couch
Whipped out my
sword mince a wimp twelve gauge
any day my son, I don't like guns
I don't like roses that I step on for fun
in the first place, 3rd Bass? I'm at home
to heaven
Sail on a feathered raft
Plant a rose in my hand
Watch it grow in time-lapse
Take our vows presided
By the reverend Gift Of Gab
Climbing Everest in
real as evening wind
They are washed by love and suffering
'Cause my love has colored them, colored them
Ooh ooh, nothing but roses
But don't dam
Just wind
From the sands
Of America
America
America
America
Trash human
My god
It happened so fast
You rose up, You rose up, You rose up, You rose up
to lay us on it's dead roses
Roses, roses
Roses, roses
Throw them in my grave
Tell me why you pray that each day
To hope I smell the roses?
When I lay dead
nobody tonight
But it's my life or your life, and I'ma bomb first
For so many days, in so many ways, we've been ducking strays
They delivers, but
without you
'Cause when the minutes seem like hours and the hours seem like days
Then a week goes by you know it takes my breath away
All the minutes in
And while Rose enjoyed seeing her family, she began to miss the beast and the castle.
Time flew by. The day to return to the castle drew near.
Rose, stay
to go gay.
"First to the card-house and then down to Rose's.
"But I'm shot in the breast and I'm dying today."
"Get six jolly cowboys to carry my
blow him a kiss goodbye
And by the grace of all that's holy
Fuck out my face you phony
Don't let my ideology get the best of you, homie
You can catch it
compare
With my wild Irish Rose.
My wild Irish Rose,
The dearest flower that grows,
And some day for my sake,
She may let me take
The bloom from my
"First to the card-house and then down to Rose's.
"But I'm shot in the breast and I'm dying today."
"Get six jolly cowboys to carry my coffin.
"Six
aside.
'cause I made and I'm gonna lie in this bed of roses.
I'm tired and I'm dying to be free.
Gonna lay down like a sigh in my bed of roses.
Bed
'cause I made and I'm gonna lie in this bed of roses
I'm tired and I'm dying to be free
Gonna lay down like a sigh in my bed of roses
Bed of roses I
guided by a compass
I saw beauty to the north
I drew the tales of many lives
And wore the faces of my own
I had these memories all around me
So I
hacker
Used a pickaxe to leave a pig badgeless
Or maybe it was a steel bat
That I used to make ‘em peel back
PCP in my weed sack
Yo I'm running nude
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