Go down you Blood Red Roses Go down you pinks and posies Sailing out of Boston one hundred days at sea On the good ship Bonadventure, a'whaling men are we We set sail for the Cape Horn, where the seas are cold as ice The wind will bite right through you

Blood side out I'm down again Got a wine soaked heart There's a siren in the distance And whisky soaked lips Don't know how to get to you But I know how to get my kicks Out in the cold and damp Out on the streets just like a tramp

I'm gonna break my I'm gonna break my rusty cage and run You wired me awake And hit me with a hand of broken nails You tied my lead and pulled my chain To watch my blood begin to boil But I'm gonna break Too cold to start a fire

I don't love you anymore' is all I remember you telling me Never have I felt so cold I have no more blood to bleed As my heart has been draining into the sea Within my bones this resonates Boiling blood will circulate Could you tell me again what you did

If you can tell me something worth fighting for Blame it upon a rush of blood to the head Honey, all the movements you're starting to make See me crumble and fall on my face And I know the mistakes that I made See it all disappear without a trace And

Lalalala-la-la In cold blood Caspian's killer told me so Sie sind viel zu lange wach Der weiße Engel lässt sie fliegen Lalalala-lalala Durch die Nacht Kiss me (kiss me) Auf dem Spiegel

When the music stops Music, reality, sometimes it's hard to tell the difference But we as entertainers have a responsibility to these kids If I were to die murdered in cold blood tomorrow Would you feel sorrow or show love Or would it matter Can never be

We’ve been down this path before Tell me was it all worth it, to watch your kingdom grow? All the anchors in the ocean haven’t sunk this low Sunk this low Cold blooded retribution So fuck your revolution You are rotten to the core You knew all along,

Lying there cold after a torturous death Your life ended fast you took your last breath Dead in a grave, your final place The maggots infest your disfigured face Pus through your veins takes the place of blood Decay sets in, bones begin to crack Thrown

And the choirs kept singing of freedom Come round by my side and I'll sing you a song I'll sing it so softly, it'll do no one wrong On Birmingham Sunday the blood ran like wine That cold autumn morning no eyes saw the sun And Addie Mae Collins, her