Chris Isaak

Children lieing in there beds.
Just remember what your mother said.
Don't you worry, don't you cry.
Little black flowers grow, in the sky.
In the sky.
Make a promise, cross your heart.
Kings X vow that we'll never part.
Sign in blood and hope to die.
Little black flowers grow, in the sky.
In the sky.
And I believed you.
I believed you when you said you would be mine.