Lyrics:
America's most complete artist"
"What's your name boy?"
"I.. am.." "America's most complete artist"
"You better get ready"
"for America's most complete
much better
Than the rest of them
Out of all the others
You were the honest man
He loved guns and roses
Guns and roses
He loved guns and roses
me anywhere
My poor worried heart was almost certain
That this love affair would never be
Then I sent a dozen yellow roses and
From that moment,
Morning fields of amber gray
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
Rose darling come to me
Snake Mary's gone to bed
All our steaming sounds of love
Cannot disturb her in her night
Or raise her sleeping head
to rock'n'roll and heavy metal
But they still rock some rose and bust heavy metal
See them boys in the bottom on another level
So fast to the point that it up
A pastel scene in front of me
A rose’s stem between my teeth
Art’s not precious if the artist’s hand is not present
A few last names
A white-walled place
Georgia Rose, Georgia Rose,
you're the most precious rose, Dixie Rose.
Though we don't see quite right, cause you're skin's dark as night.
I
neither consumer buying the products sold
I spend a lot of dough but I'm not the prodigal
God got me though mind body soul
In rap these modern artist's
Roses are shining in thicker fields
In the hush of the silvery dew
The roses are flowering in Picardy
But there's never a rose like you
an artist never seen yet with a vision
With a reason
Stared with venom at the ceiling
Not the grass
But straight ahead
Just at the skyline
With
How you say you
Innocent? Illegitimate children
Ain't gon hurt, who feels it? Artists with?
Fuck em, middle finger never bent
Only at the Lord's
Ooh, never thought I would be without you
I wish you love, I wish you well
I wish you roses while you can still smell 'em
With pretty flowers can
The roses
The roses
The roses
The roses
Mary Pickford used to eat roses
Thought that they'd make her beautiful and they did
One supposes
Douglas Fairbanks, he was so handsome
He wore
Ramblin' rose, ramblin' rose
Why you ramble, no one knows
Wild and wind-blown, that's how you've grown
Who can cling to a ramblin' rose?
Ramble
Ramblin' rose, ramblin' rose
Why you ramble, no one knows
Wild and wind-blown, that's how you've grown
Who can cling to a ramblin' rose?
Ramble
I had with
You
She's never tasted caviar or sipped on fine champagne
Still life with Rose is better than any artist's brush
Could paint
a weather station
Artists and repertoire
Hand in hand through the greater way at dawn
The writing on the wall said, "Jesus saves"
The writing
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
you up to speed
Here's one for the bleachers and the upper tier
Versatile like All-Temp-A-Cheer
If you want to drink call Mr. Belvedere
Run this
Mary Pickford used to eat roses
Thought that they'd make her beautiful and they did
One supposes
Douglas Fairbanks, he was so handsome
He wore
Twilight in the sculpture garden
When we walk around the place
Look upon the beautiful secrets
That all the artists' made.
And we still wanna stay
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