sitting here wasted and wounded
at this old piano.
trying hard to capture
the moment this morning i dont know,
cause a bottle of vodka is still lodged in my head.
and some blond gave me nightmares,
i think that she´s still in my bed.
as i dream about movies
they wont make of me when im dead.

i wanna lay you down on a bed of roses,
for tonight i sleep on a bed of nails.
i wanna be just as close as the Holy Ghost is.
lay you down on a bed of roses.