The Florist lyrics

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 we'd better keep it short I 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 Otis - lost in the hiss of the stereo's 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 you're willing to please I 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