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 than 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 beggar's soul, rich enough to raise us all Lead with your need as God descends 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 f**k you and film you Pink, pink Roses, roses And if it ain't sold Platinum or gold This'll be the biggest liar that had lived