Tekster:
Dead Flowers

' I look in the rear view and I see dead flowers in the yard And that string of lights and it ain't glowin' Like dead flowers, like dead flowers He ain

know you think you're the queen of the underground And you can send me dead flowers every morning Send me dead flower by the mail Send me dead flowers

me down I know you think you're the queen of the underground Send me dead flowers every morning Send me dead flowers by the mail Send me dead flowers

I need your lie Darling love lies And if you gave it to me I'd hold it in the palm of my hand Like a good luck charm or a vice And I'd reach up like

hands in prayer formation, Our elbows on the bed, One last try for Heaven, Thinking who wants flowers when you're dead?, You're dead, When you're dead

know you think you're the queen of the underground And you can send me dead flowers every morning Send me dead flowers by the mail Send me dead flowers

you think you're the queen of the underground And you can send me dead flowers every morning Send me dead flowers by the mail Send me dead flowers

[I swear in the name of dead flowers I won't take birth on this land on this land]-2 If at all God resends me-2 I w'll get astray in some sand

break this string, love I've plenty of room for improvement, you see and many a fool Fake this thing called love I stood and I stared at the cemetary stones Dead flowers