Only a few old petals leftnOn the rose that touched your handnMy little heart is a graveyardnIt's a no man's landnnYou could tell I didn't care, you kept pushing till I didnWoke up in a pit of despair on your bednAnd I wondered how I could do without younHow absurd, how absurd, how absurdnnPut my lipstick back on, look myself in the eyenI'm heading out in the cold hard worldnAnd I'm getting very good at saying my goodbyesnMy goodbyes, my goodbyesnMy goodbyes, my goodbyesnnCan you read the inscription?nIt seems to once have saidnHe better take me with himnWhen he goes I'm good as deadnnPut some roses on the stones, look your friends in the eyenIf nothing else we've got that old sucking linenAnd I'll dance at your funeral if you dance at minenYou dance at mine, you dance at minenYou dance at mine, you dance at minennThey took it all and I don't care, already said my farewellnSweet Palmyra and her uncle's [Incomprehensible]nHave to hit that long road that passes straight through hellnStraight through hell, straight through hellnnI wish you well sweet PalmyranI wish you well sweet PalmyranI wish you well sweet Palmyra