Rose Red - Sons and Daughters

Played you like an organ in a granite chamber

We’re under the dance hall styles of fashion girl savior

No one’s around, you’re not a face to remember

You’re too twisted and sick, on the last of December

Ooh

Ooh

Well then they got mad, he said he’s danced with dead

Oh, come follow, follow me, he says, «Keep my rose red»

It was a long time ago, men liked murder for the pure

I’ve left no trace, try to find me, I’m cocksure

I go with a best friend, shot her past through the floor

So let’s beat, beat, beat, and tell them they want some more

I go with a best friend, shot her past through the floor

Yeah, let’s beat, beat, beat, and tell them they want some more

Deep within the granite chamber

We’re under dance hall styles of fashion savior

No one’s around, a face to remember

So twisted and so sick, the last of December

Ooh

Ooh

Well then they got mad, he said he’s danced with dead

Oh, come follow, follow me, he says, «Keep my rose red»

It was a long time ago, men liked murder for the pure

I’ve left no trace, try to find me, I’m cocksure

I go with a best friend, shot her past through the floor

So let’s beat, beat, beat, and tell them they want some more

I go with a best friend, shot her past through the floor

Yeah, let’s beat, beat, beat, and tell them they want some more

Ooh

Ooh