[00:00.000] 作曲 : Tori Amos
[00:14.909] Blood roses, blood roses back on the street now
[00:24.119] Blood roses, blood roses back on the street now
[00:29.706] Can’t forget the things you never said
[00:34.333] On days like these starts me thinking
[00:43.801] When chickens get a taste of your meat, girl
[00:48.768] Chickens get a taste of your meat, yes
[01:01.617] You gave him your blood and your warm little diamond
[01:07.758] He likes killing you after you’re dead
[01:11.743] You think I’m a queer, I think you’re a queer
[01:16.510] Said I think you’re a queer, I think you’re a queer
[01:22.822] And I shaved every place where you’ve been, boy
[01:27.232] I said, I shaved every place where you been, yes
[01:43.181] God knows I know I’ve thrown away
[01:50.111] Those graces
[01:55.923] God knows I’ve thrown away
[02:01.599] Those graces
[02:07.216] God knows I know I’ve thrown away
[02:13.916] Those graces
[02:23.640] The Belle of New Orleans
[02:29.051] Tried to show me once how to tango
[02:34.453] Wrapped around your feet
[02:39.270] Wrapped around like good little roses
[02:52.789] Blood roses, blood roses back on the street now
[03:01.742] Blood roses, blood roses back on the street now, now, now, now
[03:15.773] You’ve cut out the flute from the throat of the loon
[03:21.382] At least when you cry now, he can’t even hear you
[03:30.706] When chickens get a taste of your meat, girl
[03:35.674] Come on, come on, come on, come on
[03:38.317] Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
[03:41.251] When he sucks you deep, yes
[03:45.181] Sometimes you’re nothing but meat

作曲 : 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