love's like a thorn without a rose I'm as dry as a seven year drought I got dust for tears And I'm all tapped out (Sometimes I feel broke and can't
love, I love her company Raindrops on roses and dust-filled trinkets So, this washes over you my French dog blues Chien bleu chien franzosischer hund And the French dog blues And
wanted But time crumbles blue roses to dust Now I long to feel the touch from your lust So much sweeter than all the rest You're what lies between pain and death Sinners and
crumbles blue roses to dust But now I know to feel the Touch From Your Lust You?re so much sweeter Than the rest No one lies between Between pain and death Sinner and
on, I know who to trust I'm watchin' the roads, I'm studying the dust I'm paintin' the town, making my last go-round Well, I'm scufflin' and I'm shufflin' and
and rust And the love you've given's turned ashes and dust When the hope you've gathered's drifted to the wind It's you and I now, friend (you and I
up on sugar mountain, cross the sweet blue seas I walked the valley of love and tears and mystery I got run out'a luck and give myself up for dead And
green Corn and cotton and endless nothing in between Over the rutted hills of Oklahoma the red sun slipped and was gone The moon rose and stripped the
down on the dark side of Route 88 I got a bottle of rose so let's try it We'll pick up Hazy Davy and Killer Joe and I'll take you all out to where the
(Bowie) Don?t talk of dust and roses Or should we powder our noses? Don?t live for last year?s capers Give me steel, give me steel, give me pulsars
sit around His children just cry The king's mind is all confused Just wonderin' why The temple split in half And scattered through the desert The dust
Red carpet massacre Deathstalk papparazzi yeah Red carpet massacre Don't want to mess with you Now it's time Next in line We're so busted Done and dusted
of the sun flowers crumble into dust The seed shall scatter and die Light in her eyes pours black on their lives We gather round a funeral pyre And
I presuppose you're one of those whose deepest prose is chiefly pose and just like you my stinking rose I'd rather lose my morals than my nose your
colored in Look where the roses grow Look where the roses grow Look where the roses Iie aaahhh Look where the roses grow Look where the roses grow Look where the roses