Sons And Daughters - Rose Red lyrics

Played you like an organ in a granite chamber We're under the dance hall styles of fashion girl savior No one's around, you're not a face to remember You're too twisted and sick, on the last of December Ooh Ooh Well then they got mad, he said he's danced with dead Oh, come follow, follow me, he says, "Keep my rose red" It was a long time ago, men liked murder for the pure I've left no trace, try to find me, I'm co*ksure I go with a best friend, shot her past through the floor So let's beat, beat, beat, and tell them they want some more I go with a best friend, shot her past through the floor Yeah, let's beat, beat, beat, and tell them they want some more Deep within the granite chamber We're under dance hall styles of fashion savior No one's around, a face to remember So twisted and so sick, the last of December Ooh Ooh Well then they got mad, he said he's danced with dead Oh, come follow, follow me, he says, "Keep my rose red" It was a long time ago, men liked murder for the pure I've left no trace, try to find me, I'm co*ksure I go with a best friend, shot her past through the floor So let's beat, beat, beat, and tell them they want some more I go with a best friend, shot her past through the floor Yeah, let's beat, beat, beat, and tell them they want some more Ooh Ooh