Rob Caggiano - Black Rose lyrics

[Refrain: Michael Poulsen](x2) Counting days 'til it's over, my friends 'Til it's over, my friends, count along [Verse 1: Danko Jones] Feeling rich, feeling poor, feeling nothing more Self-destructive on a rollercoaster fireball Cut her tongue, don't believe a word she says She's on a hunt, cooking, cooking, cooking misery [Verse 2: Michael Poulsen] Left my heart on the shelf for way too long Sick and tired, picking up from the dirty floor I saw the line of snakes that came to me [Chorus: Michael Poulsen] So innocent were the days The taste of good memories A bag full of hope that was only for me and you [Verse 3: Danko Jones] No more broken dreams I feel like a loaded gun Spitting bullets at your armor of mind control Cut her tongue, don't believe a word she says She's on a hunt, cooking cooking cooking misery [Verse 4: Michael Poulsen] Cannot think, cannot talk, cannot do it right Can't call the doctor, he's as sick as you and I I saw the line of snakes that came to me [Chorus: Michael Poulsen](x2) So innocent were the days The taste of good memories A bag full of hope that was only for me and you [Refrain: Michael Poulsen](x4) Counting days 'til it's over, my friends 'Til it's over, my friends, count along [Guitar Solo] [Chorus: Michael Poulsen](x2) So innocent were the days The taste of good memories A bag full of hope that was only for me and you [Outro: Michael Poulsen] Please let it grow, where it belongs There in the dark where the shadows are born Leave it alone. I'm sure it will find its way To redeem and blossom ‘Cause I know, the black rose will find its home