Well when you're sitting there in your silk upholstered chair
Talking to some rich folk that you know
Well I hope you won't see me in my ragged company
Cause 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
end of big lebowski, last nite outside
Dead Flowers: Went to see Dead Flowers yesterday afternoon, and I agree with David Edelstein -- it's great. If you like bleak, that is. - Broken Flowers you mean? Great Stones song though, also bleak. I looooove bleak.
