The crimson tide is flowing through your fingers as you sleep. The promise of a clean regime are promises we keep. Do you like it rough I ask and are you on to task?. The calicos of Pettibon where cultures come to clash. Several of my best friends wear the colours of the crown. Mary wants to build it up. And Sherri wants to tear it all back down girl. The saviour of your light. The monarchy of roses. The monarchy of roses tonight. The cross between my former queen her legendary stare. The holy tears of Ireland the lovely cross to bear. Several of my best friends know the secrets of this town. And Mary wants to raise it up. And Sherri wants to spit it all around girl. The sailors of the night. The monarchy of roses. The monarchy of roses tonight. Several of my best friends wear the colours of the crown. Mary wants to build it up. And Sherri wants to tear it all back down girl. The saviour of your light. The monarchy of roses. The monarchy of roses. Hey. We all want the rose you know. Hey. Show us love before you go. Say I will then say I want to. The story knows that I will never taunt you. Hey. We all want the rose you know. Hey. Show us love before you go. Say I will then say I want to. The story knows that I will always haunt you