Dead Flowers - Gilby Clarke

When you’re sitting there in your silk upholstered chair

Talking to some rich folk that you know

Well 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, eh yeah

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, eh yeah

Take me down little Suzie, take me down, eh eh yeah yeah

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, eh yeah

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, eh yeah

Take me down little Suzie, take me down, eh eh yeah yeah

I 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,

Say it with dead flowers at my wedding, oh yeah yeah

And I won’t forget to put roses on your grave, eh yeah

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 U. S. mail,

Say it with dead flowers at my wedding, oh yeah yeah

And I won’t forget to put roses on your grave, eh eah

I won’t forget to put roses on your grave, eh eh eh eh eh yeah