Sloppy Seconds - Black Roses Lyrics

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Black Roses

Black Roses Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Black Roses By Sloppy Seconds?
So you were late
But you never told me you were You didn't want to say Till you were sure But that song and dance Won't work no more Because you got no rhythm To save your soul I don't care how much it hurts So you can tell it To the Roman Catholic Church I don't run away From my mistakes But this is one, honey, That I didn't make And I can't catch you And I can't get you But I can't let you catch me Oh no, you can't catch me And you never will So you can plant black roses In your window sill I'll be free And you'll be suicidal While you press black roses In your family Bible So now it's all Left up to your discretion And you can spill your guts In your next confession Lift your eyes up to the sky Give 'em ten Hail Marys For one white lie Your mother always said I would bring you down If she could only see you now Clinging tight to your rosary Saying, "This wasn't how It was supposed to be . . ." Forget about a snow-white Wedding gown And you can toss black roses In a hole in the ground Roses are red, roses are black Tell your mother what you did And give her a heart attack Someday when I'm cold and dead You're gonna find black roses By your hospital bed |
Who Wrote Black Roses By Sloppy Seconds?
D. Thompson, J. Barron, S. Barron, S. Childers
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What's The Duration Of The Black Roses By Sloppy Seconds?The duration of Black Roses is 2:23 minutes and seconds. |
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