Fresh Deadly Roses

I'd cry enough rain

To wash your garden away

But I'm dry as stone

So your trees wash away like veins

But I've been known to

Take a blow and I know

How fair your garden grows

With fresh deadly roses

Fresh deadly roses

You laid all your lillies on the grave

Of all the lonely

Soldiers you left battle-torn

You cut their pride

On your concertina that surrounds

Your dying leaves and your

Fresh deadly roses

Fresh deadly roses

Now I know just how it feels

To see my love congeal

Under your razor heel and your

Fresh deadly roses you gave me

Fresh deadly roses

You gave me the birds in your trees

Buzzing around your disease

And leaves growling blood hungry leeches

And your fresh deadly roses

One two three four

More thorns in my side

Each little wound

Is getting harder to hide

Each little thorn is getting

Hard to swallow

I'd love to make you

Mine to break your

Fresh deadly roses

You gave me fresh deadly roses