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

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