Black Roses

I am your son, you are my mother
I’m on my own, you’re not my lover
Don’t tell me how to live
I am your son, you are my father
You led us like lambs on our way to the slaughter
Who do you think you are?
One, two, three
I know you lied to me
I can see
Now that I’m free
It’s me and the black roses
It’s me and the black roses
It’s me and the black roses
It’s me and the black roses
It’s me and the black roses
It’s me and the black roses
I am your son, she’s not my mother
You think she’s perfect, to me, just another
Do you think it’s okay?
But I am your son, for worse or for better
Despite the fact that you a homewrecker
I guess that’s who you are
One, two, three
I know you lied to me
I can see
Now that I’m free
It’s me and the black roses
It’s me and the black roses
It’s me and the black roses
It’s me and the black roses
It’s me and the black roses
It’s me and the black roses
It’s me and the black roses
It’s me and the black roses
It’s me and the black roses
It’s me and the black roses
It’s me and the black roses
It’s me and the black roses
It’s me and the black roses
It’s me and the black roses
It’s me and the black roses
It’s me and the black roses
It’s me and the black roses
It’s me and the black roses