Lonely I see
Lonely I lead
Lonely I feel
Lonely I bleed
Lonely I [bad word] 
And lonely I must
Be the rose with the broken neck

The plow on the farm
The train on the track
The tracks on my arm
The train in a wreck
That's when they all seem to swarm
Not when you are all alone
In your home with the broken neck

Help myself to a drink
Help myself to the sink
The dogs start to moan
And the crows start to peck
At my eyes and down at the ground
Oh and it shows
I'm the rose with the broken neck

Lonely I see
Lonely I lead
Lonely I feel
And lonely I bleed
Lonely I [bad word] 
And lonely I must
Be the rose with the broken neck