Black Rose (feat. Danko Jones)

Counting days till it's over, my friends

Till it's over, my friends, count along

Counting days till it's over, my friends

Till 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

Let 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, oh

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, oh

Oh, so innocent were the days

The taste of good memories

A bag full of hope that was

Only for me and you, oh

Counting days till it's over, my friends

Till it's over, my friends, count along

Counting days till it's over, my friends

Till it's over, my friends, count along

Counting days till it's over, my friends

Till it's over, my friends, count along

Counting days till it's over, my friends

Till 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, oh

Oh, so innocent were the days

The taste of good memories

A bag full of hope that was

Only for me and you, oh

Oh, whoa

Oh, whoa

Oh, whoa

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