Hole

12. PETALS

She's the angel on top of the tree
Sugarheart, here she comes
She's going to fall on me

Innocence was our fire
We told the truth
I miss the sweet boys in the summer of their youth

Tear the petals off of you
And make you tell the truth
Tear the petals off of you
Tear the petals off of you
And make you tell the truth
Tear the petals off of you

They will make you so, so cynical
The fire burns the flesh
Destroyed the best and made us old

She's the grace of this world
She's too pure for the likes of this world
This world is a whore

Tear the petals off of you
And make you tell the truth
Tear the petals off of you
Tear the petals off of you
And make you tell the truth
Tear the petals off of you

Oh...it's all mine
And hey...it's all mine
And hell is all mine


I never knew what I could be
All the darling buds of May
They fall with no sound
They carry you down
They carry you down

All the lilies bloomed and blossomed
Wilted and they're shivering
I can't stop their withering
Oh, this world is a war

Tear the petals off of you
And make you tell the truth
Tear the petals off of you
Tear the petals off of you
And make you tell the truth
Tear the petals off of you
Tear the petals off of you
And make you tell the truth
Tear the petals off of you