The Ballad Of Resurrection Joe And Rosa Whore

Insane blues at the green man inn

Cut the lights and pray that you're dead

Opium dreams through the seven dials

And feel the pillow over your head Rachel hide from Ned the crow

Keen eye on the peelers

Experiment from 53 and no scratch for the dealers

She wants some more Sweet Rosa Whore I say

Hell is love

You say I must suffer

She's a motherfucker

Resurrect me

Sleep well in your killing bed

Give a jig and show some life

Favor for a favor

Don't separate the pain from the knife

All the doctors sing you got to suffer for the cure

As the world fades away

You wonder where you were