歌词：
Roses Are Red White And Gold

lay down by my side Leave me alive until you You twist the knife You twist the knife Twist the knife Again and again and again and again and again

you I'll twist the knife in for you Leave me alive until you lay down by my side You twist the knife again and again And again and again and again

of white brown and bottles of the Don The chron chron and girls on my arm It's on! 2nd Chorus Ladies, they love me They' eyes are on my money They

yellow moon and the fathers of our sons Where the red sun sinks in the hills of gold and the healing waters run Tramplin' down the prairie rose, leaving

bad knees and an ingrown duel claw bitch, you got lucky with the phone calls and the spread sheets so, cut the crap out along with the cigarettes and the red

over, I believe it now I'm washed up. AFTER ARGUMENTS Deathbeds and guarded borders Bedpans and doctors orders Move on and leave the weak behind Back stabs and

, paid the tab got in my Benz and went To my old housing tenement, visit my old friends Some show love and some are envious Some got the heart of gold

daughter Jane? And take her by the hand And will you come and dine with me And take charge of all my lands Yes, I will marry your daughter Jane And

see trees of Green, Red roses too, And fine, if you wish to Glorify Krishna and Vishnu In a post-colonial, condescending Bottled-up and labeled kind