Little daisies in my garden. Little daisies growing in my garden.
I'm going to grow them up to be sunflowers.
I'm going to grow them up to be sunflowers.
The bills on my doormat. The bills piling on my doormat.
I'm going to make a paper tree.
I'm going to make a paper tree.

The car in my driveway, the car bricked up with no wheels.
I'll get the bastards if it kills me.
I'll get the bastards if it kills me.

So who will miss me when I'm gone, who will write the words on my gravestone.
That's if there's room in forty years.
That's if there's room in forty years from now.

I hope I'll live that long to prove myself wrong
but just for now I'll sing this song,
just for now I'll sing this song about how bad things are.