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Sitting here wasted and woundedAt this old pianoTrying hard to captureThe moment this morning I don’t know
‘Cause a bottle of Vodka’s still lodged in my headAnd some blonde gave me nightmaresThink that she’s still in my bedAs I dream about moviesThey won’t make of me when I’m dead
With an ironclad fistI wake up and french kiss the morningWhile some marching band keeps its own beat in my headWhile we’re talking
About all of the things that I long to believeAbout love, the truth, what you mean to meAnd the truth isBaby you’re all that I need
I want to lay you down in a bed of rosesFor tonight I’ll sleep on a bed of nailsOh I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost isAnd lay you down on a bed of roses
Well I’m so far awayEach step that I take is on my way homeA king’s ransom in dimes, I’d give each nightTo see through this payphone
Still I run out of timeOr it’s hard to get throughTill the bird on the wire flies me back to youI’ll just close my eyes and whisper“Baby, blind love is true”
I want to lay you down in a bed of rosesFor tonight I’ll sleep on a bed of nailsOh I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost isAnd lay you down on a bed of roses
Well this hotel bar’s hangover whiskey’s gone dryThe barkeeper’s wig’s crookedAnd she’s giving me the eyeWell I might have said yeahBut I laughed so hard I think I diedOoh yeah
Now as you close your eyesKnow I’ll be thinking about youWhile my mistress she calls meTo stand in her spotlight again
Tonight I won’t be aloneBut you know that don’t mean I’m not lonelyI’ve got nothing to proveFor it’s you that I’d die to defend
I want to lay you down in a bed of rosesFor tonight I’ll sleep on a bed of nailsI want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost isAnd lay you down
I want to lay you down in a bed of rosesFor tonight I’ll sleep on a bed of nailsI want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost isAnd lay you downOn a bed of roses