I’d cry enough rain. To wash your garden away. But I’m dry as stone. So your trees wash away like veins. But I’ve been know to. Take a blow and I know. How fair your garden grows. With fresh deadly roses. Fresh deadly roses. . You laid all your lilies on the grave. Of all the lonely. Soldiers you left battle torn. You cut their pride. On your concertina that surrounds. Fresh deadly roses. Fresh deadly roses. . Now I know just how it feels. To see my love congeal. Under your razor heel and your. Fresh deadly roses. You gave me fresh deadly roses. You gave me the birds in your trees. Buzzing around disease. And leaves growing blood hungry leeches. And your fresh deadly roses. You gave me fresh deadly roses. . One two three four. More thorns in my side. Each little wound. Is getting harder to hide. Hard to swallow. I’d love to make you. Mine to break your. Fresh deadly roses. You gave me fresh deadly roses.