Pretty Pink Rose

She's just been to Russia and they're dying their faces

They're dying over there

A pretty pink rose

That rock and roll lady takes a space-ship ride

She's out of this world

A pretty pink rose

And we're living for you, my love, we're living for you

And we're dying for you, my love

Pretty pink rose

She tore down Paris on the tail of Thom Paine

But the left wing's broken, the right's insane

A pretty pink rose

Have a nice day, it's a killer, turn a cheek

It's a Christian code

A pretty pink rose

And we're living for you, my love, we're living for you

And we're dying for you, my love

Pretty pink rose

She's the poor man's gold, she's the anarchist crucible

Flying in the face of the despot cannibal

Pretty pink rose

Never let it rain, never rain on the heart of the pretty pink rose

Pretty pink rose

And we're living for you, my love, we're living for you

And we're dying for you, my love

Pretty pink rose

Get me thru the pain, thru the pain of the thorn on the pretty pink rose

Never let it rain, never rain, never rain on the pretty pink rose

Take me to the heart, to the heart, to the heart, of the pretty pink rose

Take me to the heart, to the heart, to the heart

Take me to the heart, to the heart, to the heart, of the pretty pink rose

Take me to the heart, to the heart, to the heart

Take me to the heart, to the heart, to the heart, of the pretty pink rose

Take me to the heart, to the heart, to the heart