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 known to Take a blow and I know How fair your garden grows With fresh deadly roses Fresh deadly roses
You laid all your lillies on the grave Of all the lonely Soldiers you left battle-torn You cut their pride On your concertina that surrounds Your dying leaves and your 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 your disease And leaves growling blood hungry leeches And your fresh deadly roses
One two three four More thorns in my side Each little wound Is getting harder to hide Each little thorn is getting Hard to swallow I'd love to make you Mine to break your Fresh deadly roses You gave me fresh deadly roses