English Rose

O, where roam I my English rose But to your bed where I depose In dying bloom and sleepless rest Upon your lily-white breast To do my unholy, unearthly, best O, where does the eagle nest But on at the farthest edge Of the highest mountain ledge With wings shining fluoresced By a true hearts pledge. O, why does the toreador kill? When a tawny great lion hunts It's more than just a dunghill Or a man in many splendid garments A man and all his sad remnants. O, why can't I like a lame camel drink? In an oasis desert just-to-eavesdrop And listen to a red-headed, brick top I'd rethink working in that sweatshop Walking around going clip-clop. O, where roam you my English rose But to our bed where you'd depose In dying bloom and sleepless rest Upon your lily-white breast To do you're unholy, unearthly best Before the night is through God, bless you.