"Dead Flowers, Bottles, Bluegrass And Bones" lyrics

The first time I met you was up on the hill
With tequila on Tuesday and roses in well
You gave me a kiss as strong as the winds
That swirl through the lots of China basin

I stood and I stared at the brass of St. Mary
Where the beggars are more likely wishing then praying
The gamblers rushing the gates of bay meadows
The beating of hearts in the ghettos

Give me your heart, take my ring, love
Give me your heart, break this chain
Plenty of room for improvement, you see
And many a fool fakes this thing called love

I stood and I stared at the cemetery stones
Dead flowers and bottles and bluegrass and bones
Smelled the signs of the mourners, the shit from the dogs
The rains and the tears in the interment bogs

So I strolled through the day until boredom was dawn
With the gulls in the garbage singing along
The boats in the harbor have nothing to say
Of the shit that floats in the bay

Give me your heart, take my ring, love
Give me your heart, break this chain
Plenty of room for improvement, you see
And many a fool fakes this thing called love

If I see you again, it'll be up on the hill
With tequila on Tuesday and roaches to kill
We'll be crying and drunk or laughing and stoned
For dead flowers, bottles, bluegrass and bones

Give me your heart, take my ring, love
Give me your heart, break this chain
Plenty of room for improvement, you see
And many a fool