Song Lyrics

The sick rose.

O Rose thou art sick.
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night
In the howling storm:

Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.

You don’t know how you took it
You just know what you got
Oh lordy you’ve been stealing
From the thieves and you got caught
In the headlights
Of a stretch car
You’re a star

Dressing like your sister
Living like a tart
They don’t know what you’re doing
Babe, it must be art
You’re a headache
In a suitcase
You’re a star You’re a star

Oh no, don’t be shy
You don’t have to go blind

Hold me, thrill me, kiss me, kill me Hold Me, thrill Me, kiss me, kill me

They want you to be Jesus
And go down on one knee
But they’ll want their money back
If you’re alive at thirty-three
But you’re turning tricks
With your crucifix

You’re a star

Oh no, don’t be shy
You don’t have to go blind

Hold me, thrill me, kiss me, kill me Hold Me, thrill Me, kiss me, kill me

Oh oh

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Regine Chassagne Vocals
Gavin Friday Vocals
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