All The Roses
I wrote a letter to your father
Said: He ain’t no son of mine
Says you’re born a bad seed
That’s why all his roses died
You paint me flowers
But your blood never dries
So you stole me some roses
But those roses fuckin' died
I’ll save them up
I’ll save them all up for you (you, you, you)
Just like you trip me when I'm walkin'
I’ll drop 'em, I’ll drop 'em on your coffin
I wrote a letter to your mother
I told her all your lies
You sent her roses
But all those roses died (yeah)
You said I could trust you
And looked me in the eye
You gave me roses
But all those roses died
I had a moment with your preacher
'Cause you made Jesus cry
Gave him a crown of roses
But all those roses died
So I wrote a letter to the devil
'Cause he’s a good friend of mine
He tattooed me some roses
And those held up just fine
I’ll save them up
I’ll save them all up for you
Just like you trip me when I'm walkin'
I’ll drop 'em, I’ll drop 'em on your coffin
I wrote a letter to your mother
I told her all your lies
You sent her roses
But all those roses died
You said I could trust you
And looked me in the eye
You gave me roses
But all those roses died
All the roses
Those roses fuckin' died (yeah)
All the roses
Those roses fuckin' died
Those roses fuckin' died (yeah, yeah)
Those roses fuckin' died
Todas las rosas
Escribí una carta a tu padre
Dije: Él no es hijo mío
Dice que naciste mal
Por eso todas sus rosas murieron
Me pintas flores
Pero tu sangre nunca se seca
Así que me robaste algunas rosas
Pero esas rosas malditas murieron
Las guardaré
Las guardaré todas para ti (tú, tú, tú)
Así como me haces tropezar cuando camino
Las dejaré caer, las dejaré caer en tu ataúd
Escribí una carta a tu madre
Le conté todas tus mentiras
Le enviaste rosas
Pero todas esas rosas murieron (sí)
Dijiste que podía confiar en ti
Y me miraste a los ojos
Me diste rosas
Pero todas esas rosas murieron
Tuve un momento con tu predicador
Porque hiciste llorar a Jesús
Le di una corona de rosas
Pero todas esas rosas murieron
Así que escribí una carta al diablo
Porque es un buen amigo mío
Me tatuó algunas rosas
Y esas resistieron muy bien
Las guardaré
Las guardaré todas para ti
Así como me haces tropezar cuando camino
Las dejaré caer, las dejaré caer en tu ataúd
Escribí una carta a tu madre
Le conté todas tus mentiras
Le enviaste rosas
Pero todas esas rosas murieron
Dijiste que podía confiar en ti
Y me miraste a los ojos
Me diste rosas
Pero todas esas rosas murieron
Todas las rosas
Esas rosas malditas murieron (sí)
Todas las rosas
Esas rosas malditas murieron
Esas rosas malditas murieron (sí, sí)
Esas rosas malditas murieron