See what the boys in the back room will have.
Tell them I'm having the same.
Go see what the boys in the back room will have.
Give them the poison they name.
And when I die,
don't spend my money
on flowers, on my picture in a frame.
Just see what the boys in the back room will have.
And tell them I sighed.
And tell them I cried.
And tell them I died at the same.
And when I die,
don't buy a casket of silver
with the candles all aflame.
Just see what the boys in the back room will have.
And tell them that I sighed.
Tell them I cried.
And tell them I sighed.
For speaking of my glory and my fame,
just see what the boys in the back room will have.
And eventually died of the same.
