Tourniquet Of Roses Letra

(Now where to went that rotten egg
For feelin' up my lover's leg
I'll boil him `til the begs to be a breakfast)

So I'm left all alone
Because my father fought the foam
And now I can't accept the pharmacy's prescription

So now there is a bank
Where once a summer spring
Remined us of what we thought we ought to ding.a ling
For ringing ringing rockets
Roar a tub of a' lard today
And all that's left
Is something else
There is no more to say

Is no more to say now... Is no more to say...