Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Torniquet of Roses, artist - The Residents. Date of issue: 12.10.2017
Song language: English
Torniquet of Roses |
| The onion’s in the fat |
| And the bacon’s bought the bat |
| And the Posie’s never even near the picture |
| (Now where to went that rotten egg |
| For feelin' up my lover’s leg |
| I’ll boil him 'til the begs to be a breakfast) |
| So I’m left all alone |
| Because my father fought the foam |
| And now I can’t accept the pharmacy’s prescription |
| So now there is a bank |
| Where once a summer spring |
| Reminded us of what we thought we ought to ding. |
| a ling |
| For ringing ringing rockets |
| Roar a tub of a' lard today |
| And all that’s left |
| Is something else |
| There is no more to say |
| Is no more to say now… Is no more to say… |
| Is no more to say now… Is no more to say… |
| Is no more to say now… Is no more to say… |
| Is no more to say now… Is no more to say… |
| Is no more to say now… Is no more to say… |
| Is no more to say now… Is no more to say… |
| Is no more to say now… Is no more to say… |
| Is no more to say now… Is no more to say… |
| Is no more to say now… Is no more to say… |