Dead Flowers (Alternate Version)

Yeah

Well, when you're sitting there in your silk upholstered chairs
Talking to some rich folks that you know
Well, I hope you won't see me in my ragged company
For 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

And 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

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
All right

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