Down with love Take it away, take it away Give it back to the birds To bees and the Viennese Down with eyes romantic and stupid Down with sighs, down with cupid Brother let's stuff that dove With flowers and rice and shoes The root of all midnight blues

I've got the devil on my shoulder, over and over And I just can't sink any lower, lower and lower I dug a hole so deep I'm gonna drown in my mistakes Can't even sell my soul 'Cause it ain't worth shit to take The hounds of hell are getting closer, closer

Be in my heart When we were younger We thought everyone was on our side Then we grew a little And romanticized the time I saw Flowers in your hair See it takes a boy to live Takes a man to pretend he was there So then we grew a little

You know you like it but it drives you insane What you want, what you gonna do? I'm no fool, no, I'm not a follower I don't take things as they come, if they bring me down Life can be cruel, if you're a dreamer I just wanna have some fun, don't tell me

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 And I won't forget to put roses on your grave Send me dead flowers by the mail Send me dead flowers to my wedding

Turned into my worst phobia A crazy man's utopia If you're lost no one can show ya But it sure was glad to know ya Only poor boys take a chance On the garden's song and dance Feel her flowers as they wrap around But only smart boys do without

Wallflower, wallflower Won't you dance with me? I'm fallin' in love with you I'm sad and lonely too Take a chance on me Just like you I'm wondrin' what I'm doin' here Just like you I'm wondrin' what's goin' on The night will soon be gone I have seen you

I'll chip a nigga little bit of nothin' I'll chip a nigga then throw the blower in his lap It's not a place This country is to be a sound of drum and bass America, God bless you if it's good to you America please take my hand Can you help me underst- New

Gonna move up to the country Paint my mailbox blue Paint some trailin' vines and dew Well, come here, baby Sugar, let your papa take you by the hand Put some flowers on it, baby You know I'm leavin' LA, baby Don't you know this smog's got me down? I'm

Bootleg, bootleg, Bootleg, howl. Take you a glass of water Make it against the law. See how good the water tastes When you can't have any at all. Findin' a natural woman, Like honey to a bee. But you don't buzz the flower.