I know you think you're the queen of the underground
I know you think you're the queen of the underground
Well, when you're sitting back in your rose pink Cadillac
And another girl to take my pain away
Making bets on Kentucky Derby Days
Send me dead flowers to my wedding
Ah, I'll be in my basement room with a needle and a spoon
Well, I hope you don't see me in my ragged company
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
Send me dead flowers every morning
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave
Send me dead flowers by the mail
I know you think you're the queen of the underground
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave
Well, you know I could never be alone
Send me dead flowers every morning
Take me down, little Susie, take me down
Take me down, little Susie, take me down
Send me dead flowers by the mail
Say it with dead flowers in my wedding
Send me dead flowers every morning
