Black like the best, horror movie alleyway Dark and shiny, like the wet tar, On a side street parking lot Full of hope, like a dog in the pound But truly hopeless, cause i won't help I don't cry for them, but i do cry For the people they were, in a time before I can't baby-sit the world, although i'd like to A harsh reality that hurts me more every time I'm sorry There's dead flowers on the table There's nothing like a junkies eyes When there's dead flowers on the table