Roses Grow — текст песни (concrete blonde)

L.A
Who`da thought
Right smack dab in the middle of what
With the belching buses
And broken bones
DEVIL POUR ME ANOTHER SHOT
Hey, hey
L.A.
Who`da thought

L.A.
After closing when it`s down to me
And the same old souls
Well Johnny`s all right if you buy him a gin
He`ll tell you his stories about Errol Flynn
He even danced with Marilyn!
No way!
Thats what they say
DEVIL POUR ME ANOTHER SHOT!
Hey, hey
L.A.
Who`da thought

Up through the cracks
Up through the broken glass
In the hot red light of a black and white
Roses grow

Roxy is in tonight
She`s styling around in her fishnet tights
And she`s got more life at 65
Than the teenage boys she keeps up all night
Heavy metal
Young hard cock
What, can`t you handle that kind of talk?
The strippers here they really rock
DEVIL POUR ME ANOTHER SHOT
Hey, hey
L.A.
Who`da thought

Up through the cracks
Up through the broken glass
In the hot red light of a black and white
Roses grow
Up through the glass (Up through the glass)
Up through the broken glass (Up through the broken glass)
In the hot red light of a black and white (In the hot red of a black and white)
Roses grow
Roses grow
Roses grow
Roses grow....