| Song | Fresh Deadly Roses |
| Artist | Soundgarden |
| Album | Echo Of Miles: Scattered Tracks Across The Path |
| I’d cry enough rain | |
| To wash your garden away | |
| But I’m dry as stone | |
| So your trees wash away like veins | |
| But I’ve been know to | |
| Take a blow, and I know | |
| How fair your garden grows | |
| With, fresh deadly roses | |
| Fresh deadly roses | |
| You laid all your lilies on the grave | |
| Of all the lonely | |
| Soldiers you left battle torn | |
| You cut their pride | |
| On your concertina, that surrounds | |
| Fresh deadly roses | |
| Fresh deadly roses | |
| Now I know just how it feels | |
| To see my love congeal | |
| Under your razor heel, and your | |
| Fresh deadly roses | |
| You gave me fresh deadly roses | |
| You gave me the birds in your trees | |
| Buzzing around disease | |
| And leaves growing blood hungry leeches | |
| And your fresh deadly roses | |
| You gave me fresh deadly roses | |
| One, two, three, four | |
| More thorns in my side | |
| Each little wound | |
| Is getting harder to hide | |
| Each little thorn | |
| Is getting hard to swallow | |
| I’d love to make you | |
| Mine to break your | |
| Fresh deadly roses | |
| You gave me fresh deadly roses |
| I' d cry enough rain | |
| To wash your garden away | |
| But I' m dry as stone | |
| So your trees wash away like veins | |
| But I' ve been know to | |
| Take a blow, and I know | |
| How fair your garden grows | |
| With, fresh deadly roses | |
| Fresh deadly roses | |
| You laid all your lilies on the grave | |
| Of all the lonely | |
| Soldiers you left battle torn | |
| You cut their pride | |
| On your concertina, that surrounds | |
| Fresh deadly roses | |
| Fresh deadly roses | |
| Now I know just how it feels | |
| To see my love congeal | |
| Under your razor heel, and your | |
| Fresh deadly roses | |
| You gave me fresh deadly roses | |
| You gave me the birds in your trees | |
| Buzzing around disease | |
| And leaves growing blood hungry leeches | |
| And your fresh deadly roses | |
| You gave me fresh deadly roses | |
| One, two, three, four | |
| More thorns in my side | |
| Each little wound | |
| Is getting harder to hide | |
| Each little thorn | |
| Is getting hard to swallow | |
| I' d love to make you | |
| Mine to break your | |
| Fresh deadly roses | |
| You gave me fresh deadly roses |