Black cars, black guns, red roses
Black cars, black guns, red roses
Burn the kingdom up and put it out with hoses
Black cars, black guns, red roses

White eyes, white skin, red roses
White eyes, white skin, red roses
Burn the kingdom up and put it out with hoses
White eyes, white skin, red roses

Black cars, black guns, red roses
Black cars, black guns, red roses
Burn the kingdom up and put it out with hoses
Black cars, black guns, red roses

White eyes, white skin, red roses
White eyes, white skin, red roses
Burn the kingdom up and put it out with hoses
White eyes, white skin, red roses

Black cars, black guns, red roses
Black cars, black guns, red roses
Hour past midnight with their guns loaded
Black cars, black guns, red roses

White eyes, white skin, red roses
White eyes, white skin, red roses
Hour past midnight with their guns loaded
White eyes, white skin, red roses

[Monologue]
They say it's hard to reform the minds of the arrested
It takes so long and takes so much tinkering with the human mind
But in the end
They are left as hollow hulks of them-self
Free of any emotions
But hey, at-least they don't like the same sex anymore
And that's all that matters to the Oasis

You can drive for hours through these streets
It's scary how big they built this place to keep us far from the fence

I don't feel bad for the ones who live by the wasteland
The ones who feel the cold air of the night
Drifting over, the dust
For I am one of those unlucky souls
And I'll never feel sorry for myself
Not anymore