Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Roses, artist - Nik Kershaw. Album song The Riddle, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 31.12.1983
Record label: Universal-Island
Song language: English
Roses |
| Make it plastic make it pay |
| Use it up and throw away |
| Make another just the same, more or less |
| Burn our time down to size |
| Send it up into the skies |
| Hide the evidence with lies, what a mess |
| But we’ve just come from a meeting |
| And we’re sure you’d like to know |
| There’ll be deep blue skies and clear blue waters |
| Everywhere you go |
| 'cos everything’s coming up roses |
| Or so they tell you |
| Coming up smelling of roses |
| Or so they say |
| Yes everything’s coming up roses |
| Or so they tell you |
| Coming up smelling of roses |
| Or so they say |
| In the name of energy |
| We give our problems to the sea |
| But they’ll be back for you and me |
| In or haste, we forget |
| Leaving our mistakes behind |
| Out of sight is out of mind |
| Our disposable mankind |
| What a waste |
| But we’ve talked to the experts |
| And they know a thing or two |
| They say it’s all hunky dory |
| There’s nothing for you to do |
| 'cos everything’s coming up roses |
| Or so they tell you |
| Coming up smelling of roses |
| Or so they say |
| Yes everything’s coming up roses |
| Or so they tell you |
| Coming up smelling of roses |
| Or so they say |
| But it’s an awful price to pay |
| Believing everything they say |
| Here tomorrow gone today |
| So take me home to the red red skies and the |
| Brown, brown grass and the black, black seas |
| And the broken glass and the dead, dead trees |
| But everything’s coming up roses |
| Or that’s what they tell you |
| 'cos everything’s coming up roses |
| Or so they tell you |
| Coming up smelling of roses |
| Or so they say |
| Yes everything’s coming up roses |
| Or so they tell you |
| Coming up smelling of roses |
| Or so they say |
| 'cos everything’s coming up roses |