Roses Songtext

I'm tired of trying to understand, so ignorant I'll remain.
I feel repressed, and I'm not impressed by the games you children play.
Some of you may bask in the sun and some of you may hide.
Whenever I hear your laughing voices, I just want to cry.
So many years of nothingness yet you seem so content.
You have to realize, it's all lies of deceit.
Call me a bastard- call me a afraid.
I'll just turn a deaf ear.
'Cause all is that for roses, it's been a wonderful year.
Now your party is over, and your host has died.