Black Rose Lyrics - Danko Jones

Counting days 'til it's over, my friends 

'Til it's over, my friends, count along 

Counting days 'til it's over, my friends 

'Til 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 

Left 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 

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 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 oh 

Counting days 'til it's over, my friends 

'Til it's over, my friends, count along 

Counting days 'til it's over, my friends 

'Til it's over, my friends count along 

Counting days 'til it's over, my friends 

'Til it's over, my friends, count along 

Counting days 'til it's over, my friends 

'Til 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 

So innocent were the days, the taste of good memories 

A bag full of hope that was only for me and you 

(Oh oh oh oh) 

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