You like to carry my heart in a bag that's broken You're asking me when do I stop? When the bottle's empty Blacker then my father's soul Drunk enough to raise us all Pink Pink Roses Roses Nomad Drowning rat Black, Black So black you can't even grasp the fact Blacker than a begger's soul Rich enough to raise us all Lead with your need as God decends Pink Pink Roses Roses Cold in the ground What gets me this down? The smell of magnesium, the smile of a clown I wanna drench you Stab you, fuck you, and film you Pink Pink Roses Roses And if it ain't sold Platinum or gold This'll be the biggest lie you ever lived