The Florist

Take a ticket and wait in the line outside

In the sun we are nothing but food for the flies

Then they tell us that the florist easily bores

If we want we need wed better keep it shortI remember the day the music died and left me wanting more

I remember the way my mother cried when daddy went to war

Died that day, they came and took you away

In between night and dayOtis - lost in the hiss of the stereos mouth

Motions us to a door, empties our pockets out

In the blackest market that you will never see

Give you all that you want if youre willing to pleaseI remember the day the music died and left me wanting more

I remember the way my mother cried when daddy went to war

Died that day, they came and took you away

In between night and day