Bed of Roses - Ama Lur/Beluga's Trio 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 Think that 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 it's own beat in my head While we're talking About all of the things that I long to believe About love the truth What you mean to me and the truth is Baby You're all that I need I wanna lay Down in a bed of roses For tonight I'll sleep on a bed of nails I wanna be Just as close Your holy ghost is And lay you down On a bed of roses Well I'm so far away The step that I take's on my way home A king's ransom in dimes I'd give each night To see through this pay phone 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 Whisper Baby Blind love is true I wanna lay You down in a bed of roses For tonight I'll sleep on a bed of nails I wanna be Just as close as Your holy ghost is And lay you down On a bed of roses Well this hotel bar's hangover whiskey's gone dry The barkeeper's wig's crooked And she's giving me the eye Well I might have said yeah But I laughed so hard I think I died I wanna lay you down in a bed of roses For tonight I'll sleep on a bed of nails I wanna be Just as close as Your holy ghost is And lay you down On a bed of roses