Roses Grow
La (oh ay?)
Who'd have thought right smack dab in the middle of watts
That the belching bus and the broken bulbs
Devilpour me another shot!
Hey hey la, who'd have thought
La after closing is down to me
And same old stores
Well johnny's all right if you buy him a gin
Tell you his stories about errol
Flynn he even danced with marilyn!
No way! that's what they say
Devilpour me another shot!
Hey hey la, who'd have thought
Up through the cracks,
Up through the broken glass
In the hot red light of a black and white
Roses grow
Roxy who's in tonight
She's down in the room and wearing the fishnet tights
She's got more lines in '65 than the teenage boys
She keeps up all night heavy metal
Young high cop, cantcha handle that kind of talk
You know the strippers here are really
Rough
Devilpour me another shot!
Hey hey la, who'd have thought
Up through the cracks,
Up through the broken glass
In the hot red light of a black and white
Roses grow
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