David Bowie - Pretty Pink Rose lyrics

She's just been to russia and they're dying their faces They're dying over there A pretty pink rose That r'n'r lady takes a space-ship ride she's out of this world A pretty pink rose And we're living for you my love, we're living for you And we're dying for you my love Pretty pink rose She tore down paris on the tall of thom paine But the left wings broken the right insane A pretty pink rose Have a nice day, it's a k**er, turn a cheek It's a christian code A pretty pink rose And we're living for you my love, we're living for you And we're dying for you my love Pretty pink rose She's the poor mans gold she's the anarchist crucible Flying in the face of the despot cannible She's a pretty pink rose Never let it rain, never let it rain on the heart of the pretty pink rose Pretty pink rose And we're living for you my love, we're living for you And we're dying for you my love, pretty pink rose Get me thru the pain, thru the pain of the thorn on the pretty pink rose Never let it rain, never rain never rain, the pretty pink rose Take me to the heart, to the heart, to the heart, of the pretty pink rose Take me to the heart, to the heart, to the heart Take me to the heart, to the heart, to the heart, of the pretty pink rose Take me to the heart, to the heart, to the heart Take me to the heart, to the heart, to the heart,, of the pretty pink rose Take me to the heart, to the heart, to the heart