No, I don’t believe in heroes or in perfect taste
I’m so tired of all these corkscrews and alarms
and though know my lips may never ever touch her face
still I wonder if I’d look frail in her arms

Sha la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
Sha la la la la la la la la la la la la

I’ve wasted my breath
and countless hours
still i’ve got a taste for death
and a love
a love for flowers

She asked if she could make a living rolling cigarettes
that she lights and then puts out on her thighs
and all the rings she wears sound just like castanets
that rattle when she waves her hand goodbye

Sha la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
Sha la la la la la la la la la la la la

I’ve wasted my breath
and countless hours
still i’ve got a taste for death
and a love
a love for flowers

Even when she smiles sadness haunts her eyes
while the taste of molly lingers on her tongue
you know just the other day i finally realized
that somethings can’t be said they must be sung

Sha la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
Sha la la la la la la la la la la la la

I’ve wasted my breath
and countless hours
still i’ve got a taste for death
and a love
a love for flowers