Roses in the car Roses in the car Bony saddle, bony street Corrugated iron sheet This bed is not concrete This bed in which you sleep Flesh is flesh till blood runs cold And blood is blood, so I am told
Your carbon makes a star Your carbon makes a star And after all, that's all we are After all, that's all we are That's all we are That's all we are That's all we are
All these young men, these young lions All these young men, these young lions
You don't know if it's true Or if to believe in you There are tunnels through the stone Where weaker hearts have made a home
Their roses in a car Their roses in a car And after all that's all we are After all that's all we are And isn't it bizarre The adults that we are Still playing Follow the leader
Body don't break Body don't break Body don't break Till broken Body gonna make Body gonna make Body gonna make Another body Don't want to be the last to leave.