(Written for piano)

Fatalistic as a Byzantine,

I believe I’ll die here for my King.

Maybe it’s too soon to say,

But this woman’s happy having cake.

All the broken roses,

All the broken roses,

Bleeding a little, that’s all it is.

Bleeding a little, that’s all it is.

Catch me falling out the window

And I’m haunting like a leaf down the middle of the road

Damn, my pay’s gone.

Damn, the light’s off.

Damn, there goes the bottle,

And that’s all I’ve got.

All the broken roses,

All the broken roses,

Bleeding a little, that’s all it is.

I smile.

Bleeding a little, that’s all it is.

I smile.

And that’s all I’ve got.

Fatalistic as a Byzantine,

I believe I’ll die here for my King.

Maybe it’s too soon to say,

But this woman’s happy eating cake.

Fatalistic as a Byzantine,

I’m going down, down, down like it’s 1453.