The flowers from your grave
They grow on my face
They crawl like insects in my ears
I mourn for your death
I mourn for what you've left behind it's me
Your wonderful beloved wife
And while you were away
I murdered our children
They both looked like you
I couldn't stand it
I drowned them in the river
I buried them in sand
I tried to end my days
Right here on your grave
The flowers from my face
They'll grow in your ear
And while you were away
I cheated on you with all the dirty men
They all looked like you in our bed
And nobody knew you were dead
Nobody knows
Where you've been gone
For so long
Away from home
They do not know
In our back yard
There is a room buried in the ground
Flowers for the dead
I said flowers for the dead
I sell flowers for the dead
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