First I saw you love in a silk black slip
In dark waters sinking like a ship
Trouble on your lips murder in your song
Song of a mean man [bad word] and gone
Oh, melancholy rose, oh, melancholy [bad word] souls' midnight we'll both sail away
Leaving red sunsets to end our passion play
Bitter allows tingles on the tongue
Body and soul [bad word] and gone
Oh, melancholy rose, oh, melancholy rose [bad word] away black Sobraine hair
Turning cigarette ash grey
Sprawled across troubled beds
Hands outstretched reaching for the pills
In [bad word] motels
Life, love, men, dust to dust disaster after disaster
Must be some dark kiss on your lips
promise of heaven or [bad word] in your song
Tomorrow it'll all be gone, be gone
Oh, melancholy rose, oh, melancholy rose…
Oh, [bad word] and gone, oh, love [bad word] and gone
Oh, love [bad word] and gone, oh, murder in your song