Dead Flowers, Bottles, Bluegrass and Bones

Lyrics

[Verse 1] The first time I met you was up on the hill With tequila on Tuesday and roses in well You gave me a kiss as strong as the winds That swirl through the lots of China basin [Pre-Chorus] I stood and I stared at the brass of St. Mary Where the beggars are more likely wishing than praying The gamblers rushing the gates of bay meadows The beating of hearts in the ghettos [Chorus] Give me your heart, take my ring, love Give me your heart, break this chain Plenty of room for improvement, you see And many a fool fakes this thing called love [Verse 2] I stood and I stared at the cemetery stones Dead flowers and bottles and bluegrass and bones Smelled the signs of the mourners, the shit from the dogs The rains and the tears in the interment bogs [Pre-Chorus] So I strolled through the day until boredom was dawn With the gulls in the garbage singing along The boats in the harbor have nothing to say Of the shit that floats in the bay [Chorus] Give me your heart, take my ring, love Give me your heart, break this chain Plenty of room for improvement, you see And many a fool fakes this thing called love [Bridge] If I see you again, it'll be up on the hill With tequila on Tuesday and roaches to kill We'll be crying and drunk or laughing and stoned For dead flowers, bottles, bluegrass and bones [Chorus] Give me your heart, take my ring, love Give me your heart, break this chain Plenty of room for improvement, you see And many a fool