Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Black Rose, artist - Volbeat. Date of issue: 02.06.2016
Song language: English
Black Rose |
| Counting days 'til it’s over, my friends |
| 'Til it’s over, my friends, count along |
| Counting days 'til it’s over, my friends |
| 'Til it’s over, my friends, count along |
| Feeling rich, feeling poor, feeling nothing more |
| Self-destructive on a rollercoaster fireball |
| Cut her tongue, don’t believe a word she says |
| She’s on a hunt, cooking, cooking, cooking misery |
| Left my heart on the shelf for way too long |
| Sick and tired, picking up from the dirty floor |
| I saw the line of snakes that came to me |
| So innocent were the days |
| The taste of good memories |
| A bag full of hope that was only for me and you |
| No more broken dreams |
| I feel like a loaded gun |
| Spitting bullets at your armor of mind control |
| Cut her tongue, don’t believe a word she says |
| She’s on a hunt, cooking, cooking, cooking misery |
| Cannot think, cannot talk, cannot do it right |
| Can’t call the doctor, he’s as sick as you and I |
| I saw the line of snakes that came to me |
| So innocent were the days |
| The taste of good memories |
| A bag full of hope that was only for me and you |
| So innocent were the days |
| The taste of good memories |
| A bag full of hope that was only for me and you |
| Counting days 'til it’s over, my friends |
| 'Til it’s over, my friends, count along |
| Counting days 'til it’s over, my friends |
| 'Til it’s over, my friends, count along |
| Counting days 'til it’s over, my friends |
| 'Til it’s over, my friends, count along |
| Counting days 'til it’s over, my friends |
| 'Til it’s over that thing called love |
| So innocent were the days |
| The taste of good memories |
| A bag full of hope that was only for me and you |
| So innocent were the days |
| The taste of good memories |
| A bag full of hope that was only for me and you |
| Please let it grow, where it belongs |
| There in the dark where the shadows are born |
| Leave it alone, I’m sure it will find its way |
| To redeem and blossom |
| 'Cause I know, the black rose will find its home |