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33 West

Roses

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For six long years I've been thinking this thing through inside my head
wishing you were dead
and now the moments come around
I'll wait outside your home
as you arrive alone
when all is well I'll ring the bell and listen for you walking down
The look in your eyes
The fear and surprise
is wiped away I'm sad to say in a not-so-pretty way
As I drag you upstairs
you start to suffer I'll watch you suffer
Jennifer
I don't care if it kills me
I don't care if it kills me
Jennifer
I don't care if it kills me
I don't care if it kills me

It's your last night
your crying's buying anything but time
It's your last night
your crying's buying anything but time

My black leather gloves they fit so good
around your lying throat
your pretty when you choke
am I the first to tell you that?
As I drown you in the tub
I'll start to cut you up
I watch the blood fill up the tub
and stir it with a baseball bat
The look in my eyes
The fear and surprise
you thought you'd see
I disagree
for these bloodstains comfort me
And I'll leave you in that tub
and I'll watch you suffer
I'll watch you suffer
Jennifer
I don't care if it kills me
I don't care if it kills me
Jennifer
I don't care if it kills me
I don't care if it kills me

It's your last night
your crying's buying anything but time
It's your last night
your crying's buying anything but time

As your body decomposes I will fill the tub with Roses
so your neighbors won't smell the stench

It's your last night
your crying's buying anything but time
It's your last night
your crying's buying anything but time

This is me thinking it over
This is me up against the wall
This is me controlling my temper
and this is me loosing control

You're bleeding all over me
you're bleeding all over me
you're bleeding all over me.

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