The Roses

White coat of paint over row houses
Covers confirmation of recent poverty
Thick coat of armor
I never said I was a martyr
I’m running ‘round town trying to make a memory

And I see roses climbing up the porches
Of places that I yearn to belong
You’ve got your crooked laws
I’ve got mine
But I’ll break them anytime
To stop and smell the roses

Queen of the ages
Flipping through the pages
Of heretics and rages
Of bleeding red
Castles turn to shambles
Conquests to rambles
Make your own money, man
It won’t be еnough to save

But I see roses climbing up the porchеs
Of places that I yearn to belong
You’ve got your crooked laws
I’ve got mine
But I’ll break them anytime
To stop and smell the roses

And if I told you in a funny accent
That I’m no good
Would you believe a word?
And if I promised it was not a contest
Of who I loved better
Would you feel assured?

And I see roses climbing up the porches
Of places that I yearn to belong
You’ve got your crooked laws and I’ve got mine
But I’ll break them anytime
To stop and smell the roses