Swingin' Utters - Dead Flowers, Bottles, Bluegra**, And Bones lyrics

The first time I met you was up on the hill with tequilla on Tuesday and roses in well You gave me a kiss As strong as the winds That swirl through the lots of China basin I stood and I stared At the bra** of St. Mary Where the beggers are more likely wishing then praying Heard the gamblers Rushing the gates of bay meadows or was it the beating Of hearts in the ghettos Give me your heart and take my ring, love Give me your heart And break this string, love I've plenty of room for improvement, you see and many a fool Fake this thing called love I stood and I stared at the cemetary stones Dead flowers, bottles, Bluegra** and bones Smelled the signs of the mourner the sh** from the dogs the rains and the tears in the interment bogs So I strolled through the day until boredom was dawn with the gulls in the garbage singing along where the boats in the harbor have nothing to say about the fish and the sh** that float in the bay If I see you again It will be up on the hill with tequilla on Tuesday and roaches to k** We'll be crying and drunk or laughing and stones For Dead Flowers, Bottles, Bluegra** and bones