Out in the middle of the rolling sea
Withdrawing shadows from a cash machine
A hammer and sickle could set you free
Until we get a shot we're in quarantine
No lights to guide you back, all the stars are dead and black
No maps or directions, the sky is empty, God has gone
Yellow Roses, Red Eyes
I can hear the devil whispering into my ear at night
Yellow Roses, Red Eyes
I can hear the devil whispering into my ear at night
Back in the saddle of a wild, wild bull
You could drink forever and not get your fill
A gun and bullet, could set you free
A trigger if you pull it, or a lover's leap
No big dipper or plough, all the signs say turn back now
No breadcrumb trail back home, no glass to smash, and no Batphone
Yellow Roses, Red Eyes
I can hear the devil whispering into my ear at night
Yellow Roses, Red Eyes
I can hear the devil whispering into my ear at night
No lights to guide you back, all the stars are dead and black
No maps or directions, the sky is empty, God has gone
Yellow Roses, Red Eyes
Yellow Roses, Red Eyes
Yellow Roses, Red Eyes
Yellow Roses, Red Eyes
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