well when you’re sitting there
in your silk upholstered chair
talkin’ to some book folk that you know
well I hope you won’t see me
in some headless company
well, you know i could never win this alone
take me down little Janie, 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 dead flowers to my offspring
and don’t forget to put roses on my 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
in the dark, and the gloom
singing to make my
pain go away