Jack The Ripper - A Portrait's Gallery lyrics

I played the girls my melodies On the grand piano Then the harmonium But what remains of Those dreams of harmony Is a cold and gruesome museum If Lilly is a flower Tell her she needs a gardener I'm a bee I suppose When a rose takes my cloth Honeymoon discovers up my jaws Now... I am a werewolf in your garden I have to piss upon you, love All the flowers I had to pick-up before They had to dry into my paws... Rose covered me with thorns - she was stronger but I could Strangle her pride into my gloves When she pinched me, then I picked her There was nothing she could do For a rose - bud in my jacket and the whole world to look through I cut her life at last From her roots and from her past She was dry, I was chast Rose has died beneath my sunlights Jasmine was cruel and mean But my garden was made of sand Under my desert sun, love is fading away Perhaps I'll marry a nice cactus some day... Alors, cher Monsieur, vous me volez mes roses! Vous me volez mes roses Qui sont ce que j'aime le mieux au monde Vous jouez de malchance car vous pouviez tout prendre chez moi sauf les roses Il se trouve que ce simple vol mérite la mort.