Rose said, quote, 'It's time to make a mess
Time won't be soon mine, in time I guess'
She's painting on my back, a beautiful flowerpot
And she treats me, she treats me, she treats me like her local God

Rose said, quote, 'It's time to make a mess
This one's yours and yours is self obsessed'
She's painting on my back, a green tom, the Beefheart one
And she cuddles and she coos and she cuts the bullshit I confessed

She said, 'Don't look my way, what can I possibly say?
I've never seen you before today
I'm just the one that makes you think of the one
That makes you feel like you're the one'

But thank you for the roses, for the roses
So thank you for the roses, for the roses
Thank you for the roses, for the roses
Thank you for the roses, for the roses

Rose said, quote, 'It's time to make a mess
Remind me, what it is that I do best'
She's painting on my back, some beautiful, something sweet
And she treats me, she treats me, she beats me

Rose said, quote, 'My time has come at last
Ugly things through my mind, they have passed'
She's scratching on my back, 'If this boy believes me'
She leaves me, deceives me and takes those flowers just to please me

Rose don't mind where she been
She been blind, she been mine all this time
She been kind, she been blind
She says, 'Thank you for the roses, for the roses'

Just to thank you for the roses, for the roses
Just to thank you for the roses, for the roses
Just to thank you for the roses, for the roses
Just to thank you for the roses, for the roses
Just to thank you for the roses, for the roses
Just to thank you