Tori Amos

Blood roses, blood roses
Back on the street now
Can't forget the things you never said
On days like this gets me thinking when
Chickens get a piece of your meat
Chickens get a piece of your meat
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
I think you're a queer
I said I think you're a queer
And I shaved every place where you been
I shaved every place where you been
God knows I know I've thrown away those graces