Why do they always send the poor? Everybody's going to the party, have a real good time Dancing in the desert, blowing up the sunshine Where the fuck are you? Why don't presidents fight the war? Kneeling roses disappearing into Moses' dry mouth Breaking

Why let one bad apple Spoil the whole damn bunch When the shit hit the fan It was all I could stand Yeah, well I'm a frequent flyer My body's breathing while it can But what I don't understand is that My world ain't gettin' no brighter If I could touch

If I send you roses for no reason at all If, out of the blue, I stop and give you a call Once in a while, it's breakfast in bed And then pull the covers back up over our heads If I call in sick just to stay home with you I want you to know why I do what

Mother fucker it's a perfect crime Kickin' back in the shadows Got no need for the light Who's sorry now old timer Look at how you've spent your life Scroungin' for change To put some money in your pocket My how scratch does burn Laughin' at the fuckers

Rosemary you're part of me You know you are, you are, you are Truth ain't gonna change the way you lie Youth ain't gonna change the way you die Dear Rosemary You got away, got away, got away from me Now get away, get away, get away from me And on, and

She shot me right down She shot me right away What if I told you Don't leave me alone baby (She shot me right away) I want hold of shotguns and roses Shot me now I'm down oowee I'm alone and I need another round You're like the bullet to my holster

I had to find me and I did cross Left a sore on my eye Carry my body home Jesus make up my dying bed I said a prayer to Jesus Christ instead of weeping But I meant to cry In time I receive a rose in my hand Singing I-I-I bring the boy up easy I-I-I, I

Sleepin' at the top, nightmares of the bottom Everybody wanna be fly til you swat 'em But who am I to talk? I ain't shittin' roses We in the same picture but we all got different poses Now I'm looking in my rear view, I see the world in it I try to slow

Ego, see your ego Just too far away Gold shimmering sand is making me thinking of her Thinking of her But I am at Half Moon Bay It's just too far away And our place to be somewhere else Ego, see your ego, oh, oh And I'm missing my miss of roses

Ordered up a hundred Rosés, need a Benz like blasé, blasé I'm just, whipping Maserati (Skurr, skurr, skurr, skurr) Blasé, blasé Blasé, blasé, blasé, blasé Ordered up a hundred bottles in the club like blasé, blasé Whipping Maserati (Skurr, skurr, skurr,