Dead flowers

Well when your sitting there
In your silk upholstered chair
Talking to some rich folks that you know - Ha!
Well I hope you won't see me
And my ragged company
'Cause you know I could never be alone
Take me down, little Suzy, take me down
I know you think your the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the US mail
Send me dead flowers at my wedding - I do
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave
Well when your sitting back
In your rose pink Cadillac
Making bets on Kentucky Derby days
I'll be in my basement room - See those tracks, baby?
With my needle and my spoon
Another girl to suck my dick all day
So take me down, little Suzy, take me down
I know you think your the queen of the underground - Ha, ha, ha!
'Cause you can send me dead flowers to my wedding
Send me dead flowers by the mail
Say it with dead flowers at my wedding
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave
Oh, oh, well, Hail Mary is full of shit
Hail Mary, full of shit
Hail Mary, when I lay me down to sleep
I pray my soul, you fucking come and keep
And I'll see, and I'll see you dead
You might be praying to me, my fucking grave
Think I fucking care? Hail Mary
Well you can send me flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the US mail
Flowers, every morning
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave