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 know to Take a blow, and I know How fair your garden grows With, fresh deadly roses Fresh deadly roses
You laid all your lilies on the grave Of all the lonely Soldiers you left battle torn You cut their pride On your concertina, that surrounds 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 disease And leaves growing blood hungry leeches And your fresh deadly roses You gave me fresh deadly roses
One, two, three, four More thorns in my side Each little wound Is getting harder to hide Hard to swallow I'd love to make you Mine to break your Fresh deadly roses You gave me fresh deadly roses
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