Pink Roses

Artists : Glassjaw : Pink Roses

You like to carry my heart in a bag that's broken
You're asking when do I stop?
When the bottle's empty

Blacker then my father's soul
Drunk enough to raise us all

Pink...pink...
Roses...roses

Nomad, drowning rat
Black, black, so black you can't even grasp the fact

Blacker than a begger's soul
Rich enough to raise us all
Lead with your need as god decends

Pink...pink
Roses...roses

Cold in the ground
What gets me this down?
The smell of magnesium
The smile of a clown

I want to drink you, scare you
Fuck you and film you

Pink...pink
Roses...roses

Cold in the ground
What gets me this down?
The smell of magnesium
The smile of a clown