Sitting here wasted and wounded
at this old piano
Trying hard to capture the moment
this morning I don’t know
‘Cause a bottle of vodka is still lodged
in my head And some blond
gave me nightmares
Baby she’s still in my bed
As I dream about movies
they won’t make of
me when I’m dead
With an ironclad fist
I wake up and
French kiss the morning
While some marching band
keeps its own beat in my head
While we’re talking
About all of the things that I long to believe
About love and the truth
what you mean me and the truth is
baby you’re all that I need
I want to lay you down
on a bed of roses
For tonite I sleep
on a bed on nails
I want to be just as close as
the Holy Ghost is
And lay you down
on bed of roses
Well I’m so far away
That each step that I
take is on my way home
A king’s ransom in dimes
I’d given each night
see through this payphone
Still I run out of time
Or it’s hard to get through
Till the bird on the wire
flies me back to you
I’ll just close my eyes
and whisper
baby blind love is true
I want to lay you down
on a bed of roses
For tonite I sleep on a bed on nails
I want to be just as close as
the Holy Ghost is
And lay you down on bed of roses
when the hotel bar
hangover whiskey’s gone dry
The barkeeper’s wig’s crooked
And she’s giving me the eye
I might have said yeah
But I laughed so hard I think I died
I want to lay you down on a bed of roses
For tonite I sleep on a bed on nails
I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is
And lay you down on bed of roses
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