Well when you're just sitting there in your silk upholstery chair Talking to some rich folks that you know Well I hope that you won't see me and my raggy company You know I could never plan to be alone Take me down little city, take me down I know you think you're the queen of the underground And you can send me dead rounds every morning Send me dead flowers by the bell 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 satellite Making bets on Kentucky Derby Day I'll be in my basement room with a needle and a spoon And another girl will take my pain away Take me down little city, 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 bell Send me dead flowers to my wedding And I won't forget to put roses on your grave Take me down little city, 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 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 *