Lyrics

Now I know that nothing's get me high Scorched the land to find a man Even lost the will to lie Plucked out every artery Left my heart to die I made my bed So I can lie on it So I can cry on it Now i'm wondering why I made this bed Cameras hidden in my ceiling fan Excuse me but where was you, god That long hot afternoon Drag my head across the floor Now i'm living deadAnd I made my bed So I can sleep on it So I can weep on it Now I'm wondering why I made this bed And the cold dew's stinging There's vultures singing I caught a vision of my death But there is One sweet poison i'm immune to Don't wake me Cause my dreaming's seeming true I made my bed So I can lie on it So I can cry on it Now i'm wondering why I made this bed So I can sleep on it So I can weep on it Now I'm wondering why I made this bed