Peter & Victor - Madder Rose

Talk to me

Talk to me

So I take one hand of this pot, and I stab Victor.

They take me to the station

and they put me in this room.

«Do you admit you’re an asshole?

Will you sign a

statement swearing you’re an asshole?»

I said, «No, got my own schedule for

these things, boys.»

Talk to me or leave me here

‘Cause I won’t care, I don’t care

Talk to me or leave me here

‘Cause I won’t care, I won’t care

«Victor, talk to me, Victor,» but he was halfway up the block.

Oh Victor,

it used to be so fine, the spring in ‘89, watching the creeps go by.

Guess I shoulda never sold your radio;

things like that really show a guy

something

Talk to me or leave me here

‘Cause I won’t care, I don’t care

Talk to me or leave me here

‘Cause I won’t care, I won’t care

So me and Victor danced, and I watched him spin around, but you can talk about

these things ‘til you grind your teeth down.

Victor thought it was all too much,

but me, I like things messy.

So I guess I’ll be alone for a while,

but oh that Victor, he used to sleep with the saddest smile.

Oh my