Roses Given - Harry Manx

Lines were drawn, forces gathered

All at the foot of our bed

Planned attacks without retreats

Spoke of war, rattled our swords

Brought out the great big guns

Halfway through a long campaign

We got tired, of the bloody fun

Roses given

A truce was signed without a shot

We drank to our new deal

Felt so good about what we got

We ended up oh lord half peeled

Silence rules my day

Give me some more of the same

The prize is not so much in the goal.

no, no

As the playing of the game

Roses given

Sure we bark and sometimes bite

But we never use our teeth

Ain