Picking Roses Lyrics

Oh they rose, rose, rose, rose tint it

Oh they rose, rose, rose, rose tint it

It was nice, if you fit

Oh Billy's got a limp

And Billy wound up with a twitch

He wore dresses

So they beat him and they pushed him off a cliff

Claire's love it ran so deep

And it was plain for all to see

But Jimmy was black

So they hanged him from a tree

And they rose, rose, rose, rose tint it

Oh they rose, rose, rose, rose tint it

Good old days, I don't buy it

Not one bit

Oh Sharon has the shakes

They say vodka's her best mate

You see her father, then her hubby

Weren't men you irritate

And Tommy doesn't trust

Has a temper and does drugs

Cause dirty deeds were done

And swept under the rug

Naughty secrets and blind eyes

As frequent as the bus

And they rose, rose, rose, rose tint it

Oh they rose, rose, rose, rose tint it

Nostalgia; it plays tricks

Where was love?

Where was grace and good?

Pretty homes and worn down places

Drenched in pain and blood

Where was love?

Where was grace and good?

Christ has it covered

So we're . . . off the hook