Dead carnation
On the pin of my lapel,
(I will damn them all to hell)
And I wear it well

My concentation
With the media went well,
In my hair I put some gel,
Then I rang her bell

What does this flower I wear signify?
What is this power I share with you?
And I

My fuck position is a secret I shan’t tell,
Cause every bluffer has a tale,
You know I kiss and tell

Dead carnation
Can still brighten up the room,
Makes my heart go va-va-voom
And I shall wear it in my tomb