You like to carry my heart in a bag that's broken   You're asking when do I stop, when the bottle's empty?   Blacker than my father's soul, drunk enough to raise us all      Pink, pink   Roses, roses      Nomad drowning rat black, black   So black you can't even grasp the fact   Blacker than a beggar's soul, rich enough to raise us all      Lead with your need as God descends      Pink, pink   Roses, roses      Cold in the ground, what gets me this down?   The smell of magnesium, the smile of a clown      I want to drink you   Scare you   Fuck you and film you      Pink, pink   Roses, roses      And if it ain't sold   Platinum or gold   This'll be the biggest liar that had lived