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