Concrete Blonde Roses Grow Lyrics:
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
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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....
Lyrics: Roses Grow, Concrete Blonde [end]