Poses, poses That's all you are to me Roses, roses That's all you're offering me
And now I wish to God that The earth would turn cold And my heart would forget it's made of glass And all the pretty tulips would disappear And never disturb me again
You gave me my very first gun I'll go out and hunt the hidden dome With white foxes, with white foxes Freeze
Hunger, hunger is the purest sin It is empty church in a crowded bin I've wept and I've stumbled I fought and I craved For the gravy of your soul But all I want to do now is walk along Down barren trees in fields of snow
You gave me my very first gun I'll go out and hunt the hidden dome With white foxes, with white foxes Freeze, freeze