Dead Flowers

When you're sitting there in your silk upholstered chair

Talking to some rich folk that you know

I hope you won't see me in my ragged company

You know I could never be alone

Take me down, little Suzie, take me down

I know you think you're the queen of the underground

And you can send me dead flowers every morning (oh, yeah-yeah)

Send me dead flowers by the mail

Say it with dead flowers at my wedding (oh, yeah-yeah)

And I won't forget to put roses on your grave

When you're sitting back in your rose pink Cadillac

Making bets on Kentucky Derby day

Well, I'll be in my basement room with a needle and a spoon

And another heart to take my pain away, hey yeah

Take me down, little Suzie, take me down (ooh, hey-yeah-yeah)

I know you think you're the queen of the underground

And you can send me dead flowersvery morning

Send me dead flowers by the mail

Say it with dead flowers at my wedding (oh, yeah-yeah)

And I won't forget to put roses on your grave, hey-ey

Take me down, little Suzie, take me down

I know you think you're the queen of the underground

And you can send me dead flowers every morning (oh, yeah-yeah)

Send me dead flowers by the US mail

Say it with dead flowers at my wedding (oh, yeah-yeah)

And I won't forget to put roses on your grave

And I won't forget to put roses on your grave