Well, when you're sitting there in your silk upholstered chair Talkin' to some rich folk that you know Well, I hope you won't see me in my ragged company Well, you know I could never be alone Take me down little Susie, take me down 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 Send me dead flowers to my wedding And I won't forget to put roses on your grave Well, when you're sitting back in your rose pink Cadillac Making bets on Kentucky Derby Day Ah, I'll be in my basement room with a needle and a spoon And another girl to take my pain away Take me down little Susie, take me down 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 Send me dead flowers to my wedding And I won't forget to put roses on your grave Take me down little Susie, take me down 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 U.S. Mail Say it with dead flowers in my wedding And I won't forget to put roses on your grave No, I won't forget to put roses on your grave

Oh, when you're just sitting there In your silk upholstered chair Talking to some rich folk that you know Well, I hope that you won't see me In my ragged company You know I could never stand And be alone Take me down, little Susie Take me down 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 Send me dead flowers to my wedding 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 I'll be in my basement room With a needle and a spoon And another girl to take my pain away Take me down, little Susie Take me down 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 Send me dead flowers to my wedding And I won't forget to put roses on your grave Take me down, little Susie Won't you take me down 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 US mail Send me dead flowers to my wedding And I won't forget to put roses on your grave No, I won't forget to put roses on your grave

Frozen grass Water's black Ice is thinning Paper bags Broken glass No one's listening All for less All for less All for less All for less The sirens Frozen grass Water's black Ice is thinning Paper bags Broken glass No one's listening All for less All for less All for less All for less All for less All for less All for less All for less All for less All for less All for less All for less All for less All for less

The confetti of shattered mirrors In you I witness the breaks Undeniably empty Lacking the confident takes A burdensome fantasy As above so below Staring down the hallway Where all of them go? Bitterness becomes a way of life (Loss, loss) Innocence can only last a little while (Have you lost your way?) Looking back at cruelties Reflecting in the gleam of our blood While the world has cheated us As below so above Shake hands with trauma Greet grief with a smile Bury this so ravenous And let me sleep for a while (Loss, loss) Bitterness becomes a way of life