you always seem to come out smelling like rose
you always seem to come out riding in style.
you always seem to hold all four aces
as you walk away from the table I see you smile
and you always seem to come out
smelling like roses.

you always seem to be in other places
and watching the wreckage burning drives them wild
you always seem to be one of the faceless
that was in the crowd that nite when it went down
and you always seem to come out smelling like roses

and then you disappear, without any traces
you leave it a knot so tightly tied
but then you'll reappear with a new facelift
and the who and the what, are the who and the what that you've aligned
and you always seem to come out...
smelling like roses

you always seem to come out..
smelling like roses