Joe Bonamassa Black Roses
Stand still man you'd better not flinch
Vase full of gasoline and a seven year itch
It's vast out here in no-mans land
All you got left is in your hands
Dead flowers, I got 'em by the dozen
Dead flowers, ain't no discussion
Black roses without water
Can't live here for too long
Anytime I try to call her, the phone rings on and on and on
Black roses petals falling. I know there is something wrong
When you see it's me who's calling, the phone rings on and one and on
Taking my troubles from door to door
No one wants to know about it anymore
Another one closes, slammed in my face
But I keep knocking just in case
Dead flowers, I got 'em by the dozen
Dead flowers, ain't no discussion
Black roses without water
Can't live here for too long
Anytime I try to call her, the phone rings on and on and on
Black roses petals falling. I know there is something wrong
When you see it's me who's calling, the phone rings on and one and on
Made a deal with a devil, now it's time to stand and be counted
Dug your own grave and you can't do a thing about it
Handful of petals strewn across the bed
Lost in a moment, forgot what was said
Nothing more evil than a woman scorned
I'm laying here bleeding with my crown of thorns
Dead flowers, I got 'em by the dozen
Dead flowers, ain't no discussion
Black roses without water
Can't live here for too long
Anytime I try to call her, the phone rings on and on and on
Black roses petals falling. I know there is something wrong
When you see it's me who's calling, the phone rings on and one and on
