Pink Roses and the Graveyard

Yesterday you threw a spear

And now you think you're getting it back?

Yesterday you threw a bloody mess

With a cross through my face

And now you think you get it back?

Yesterday you threw a spear

And now you think you're getting it back?

Yesterday you threw a bloody mess

With a cross through my face

And now you think you get it back?

London's sin of a brain

I fucking needed it this way

Oh, not you, nothing, not you

Not you, nothing, not you

London's sin of a brain

I fucking needed it this way

Driven from the pink rose petals inside my head

I'm shining tombstones, trying to raise the dead

Didn't you try to shave with one hand?

Didn't you try to shave once, shave once?

Didn't you try to shave with one damn hand?

I wanted it this way

I needed it this way

I fucking wanted it

I fucking needed it

I wanted it this way

I needed it this way

I wanted it, I needed it

I want it, I fucking wanted it

I needed it, I wanted it

I fucking needed it this way

I fucking wanted it

I needed it, I wanted it

I need it, I want it

I wouldn't die, would you be my savior?

I wouldn't die, would you be my kind?

Nothing's dead in my bed, in my

I wouldn't die, would you be my savior?

I wouldn't die, would you be my kind?

Nothing's dead in my bed, in my

I raise the dead

London's sin of a brain