Sons and Daughters - Rose Red

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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