The Florist Lyrics - In Gold Blood - Kids In Glass Houses

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 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 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 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