Won't you come see me, Queen Jane When your mother sends back all your invitations And your father, to your sister he explains That you're tired of yourself and all of your creations Now, when all of the flower ladies what back what they have lent you

What a difference a day made Twenty-four little hours Brought the sun and the flowers Where there used to be rain My yesterday was blue, dear Today I'm a part of you, dear My lonely nights are through, dear Since you said you were mine Lord, what a

Sadness grows, sadness stains, You on the table Tears flow again and again Hello love it's London calling Wave the white hanky, a breath for the belly Keep on hoping for blood in the morning Nothing's right, everything's hurting Everything's hurting

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

Homey, if I go to Hell and you make it to Heaven Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood Now if you followed my footsteps and walked through my shoes You

Don't give up 'Cause you have friends You still have us That river's flowing In this proud land we grew up strong* We were wanted all along I was taught to fight, taught to win I never thought I could fail No fight left or so it seems

If this world were mine I'd give you anything If this world were mine, I'd place at your feet All that I own, you've been so good to me I'd give you the flowers, the birds and the bees For with your love inside me, that would be all I need If this world

Life's a bitch, then you die Hell's ditch, naked howling freedom The killer's hands are bound with chains At six o'clock it starts to rain He'll never see the dawn again Our lady of the flowers Genet's feeling Ramon's dick The guy in the bunk above gets

He ain't feelin' anythin' My love, my hurt or the sting of this rain All he can say is, "Man ain't it such a nice day?" Like dead flowers I feel like the flowers in this vase He just brought 'em home one day, "Ain't they beautiful?" he said They been

He would spend it on the ponies He would spend it on the girls Buy his mother gin and roses For her poor old hennaed curls And when his wife said, "Hey now What did you get for me?" He socked her in the chopper Such a sweet, sweet guy was he