Song | The Bed Song |
Artist | Amanda Palmer |
Album | Theatre Is Evil |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Exhibit A | |
We are friends in a sleeping bag splitting the heat | |
We have one filthy pillow to share and your lips are in my hair | |
Someone upstairs has a rat that we laughed at | |
And people are drinking | |
And singing | |
Van Halen and | |
Slayer on a ukulele tear | |
Exhibit B | |
Well, we found an apartment | |
It’s not much to look at | |
A futon on a floor | |
Torn-off desktop for a door | |
All the decor's made of milk crates and duct tape | |
And if we have sex | |
They can hear us through the floor | |
But we don’t do that anymore | |
And I lay there wondering, what is the matter? | |
Is this a matter of worse or of better? | |
You took the blanket, so | |
I took the bedsheet | |
But I would have held you if you'd only | |
Let me Exhibit | |
C Look how quaint | |
And how quiet and private | |
Our paychecks have bought us a condo in town | |
It's the nicest flat around | |
You picked a mattress and had it delivered | |
And I walked upstairs | |
And the sight of it made my heart pound | |
And I wrapped my arms around me | |
And I stood there wondering, what is the matter? | |
Is this a matter of worse or of better? | |
You walked right past me and straightened the covers | |
But I would still love you if you wanted a lover | |
And you said | |
All the money in the world | |
Won't buy a bed so big and wide | |
To guarantee that you won't accidentally touch me | |
In the night | |
Exhibit D | |
Now we're both mostly paralyzed | |
Don't know how long we've been lying here in fear | |
Too afraid to even feel | |
I find my glasses and you turn the light out | |
Roll off on your side | |
Like you've rolled away for years | |
Holding back those king-size tears | |
And I still don't ask you, what is the matter? | |
Is this a matter of worse or of better? | |
You take the heart failure | |
I'll take the cancer | |
I've long stopped wondering why you don't answer | |
Exhibit E | |
You can certainly see how fulfilling a life | |
From the cost and size of stone of our final resting home | |
We got some nice ones right under a cherry tree | |
You and me lying the only way we know | |
Side by side and still and cold | |
And I finally ask you, what was the matter? | |
Was it a matter of worse or of better? | |
You stretch your arms out and finally face me | |
You say I would have told you | |
If you'd only asked me | |
If you'd only asked me | |
If you'd only asked me |
Exhibit A | |
We are friends in a sleeping bag splitting the heat | |
We have one filthy pillow to share and your lips are in my hair | |
Someone upstairs has a rat that we laughed at | |
And people are drinking | |
And singing | |
Van Halen and | |
Slayer on a ukulele tear | |
Exhibit B | |
Well, we found an apartment | |
It' s not much to look at | |
A futon on a floor | |
Tornoff desktop for a door | |
All the decor' s made of milk crates and duct tape | |
And if we have sex | |
They can hear us through the floor | |
But we don' t do that anymore | |
And I lay there wondering, what is the matter? | |
Is this a matter of worse or of better? | |
You took the blanket, so | |
I took the bedsheet | |
But I would have held you if you' d only | |
Let me Exhibit | |
C Look how quaint | |
And how quiet and private | |
Our paychecks have bought us a condo in town | |
It' s the nicest flat around | |
You picked a mattress and had it delivered | |
And I walked upstairs | |
And the sight of it made my heart pound | |
And I wrapped my arms around me | |
And I stood there wondering, what is the matter? | |
Is this a matter of worse or of better? | |
You walked right past me and straightened the covers | |
But I would still love you if you wanted a lover | |
And you said | |
All the money in the world | |
Won' t buy a bed so big and wide | |
To guarantee that you won' t accidentally touch me | |
In the night | |
Exhibit D | |
Now we' re both mostly paralyzed | |
Don' t know how long we' ve been lying here in fear | |
Too afraid to even feel | |
I find my glasses and you turn the light out | |
Roll off on your side | |
Like you' ve rolled away for years | |
Holding back those kingsize tears | |
And I still don' t ask you, what is the matter? | |
Is this a matter of worse or of better? | |
You take the heart failure | |
I' ll take the cancer | |
I' ve long stopped wondering why you don' t answer | |
Exhibit E | |
You can certainly see how fulfilling a life | |
From the cost and size of stone of our final resting home | |
We got some nice ones right under a cherry tree | |
You and me lying the only way we know | |
Side by side and still and cold | |
And I finally ask you, what was the matter? | |
Was it a matter of worse or of better? | |
You stretch your arms out and finally face me | |
You say I would have told you | |
If you' d only asked me | |
If you' d only asked me | |
If you' d only asked me |
Exhibit A | |
We are friends in a sleeping bag splitting the heat | |
We have one filthy pillow to share and your lips are in my hair | |
Someone upstairs has a rat that we laughed at | |
And people are drinking | |
And singing | |
Van Halen and | |
Slayer on a ukulele tear | |
Exhibit B | |
Well, we found an apartment | |
It' s not much to look at | |
A futon on a floor | |
Tornoff desktop for a door | |
All the decor' s made of milk crates and duct tape | |
And if we have sex | |
They can hear us through the floor | |
But we don' t do that anymore | |
And I lay there wondering, what is the matter? | |
Is this a matter of worse or of better? | |
You took the blanket, so | |
I took the bedsheet | |
But I would have held you if you' d only | |
Let me Exhibit | |
C Look how quaint | |
And how quiet and private | |
Our paychecks have bought us a condo in town | |
It' s the nicest flat around | |
You picked a mattress and had it delivered | |
And I walked upstairs | |
And the sight of it made my heart pound | |
And I wrapped my arms around me | |
And I stood there wondering, what is the matter? | |
Is this a matter of worse or of better? | |
You walked right past me and straightened the covers | |
But I would still love you if you wanted a lover | |
And you said | |
All the money in the world | |
Won' t buy a bed so big and wide | |
To guarantee that you won' t accidentally touch me | |
In the night | |
Exhibit D | |
Now we' re both mostly paralyzed | |
Don' t know how long we' ve been lying here in fear | |
Too afraid to even feel | |
I find my glasses and you turn the light out | |
Roll off on your side | |
Like you' ve rolled away for years | |
Holding back those kingsize tears | |
And I still don' t ask you, what is the matter? | |
Is this a matter of worse or of better? | |
You take the heart failure | |
I' ll take the cancer | |
I' ve long stopped wondering why you don' t answer | |
Exhibit E | |
You can certainly see how fulfilling a life | |
From the cost and size of stone of our final resting home | |
We got some nice ones right under a cherry tree | |
You and me lying the only way we know | |
Side by side and still and cold | |
And I finally ask you, what was the matter? | |
Was it a matter of worse or of better? | |
You stretch your arms out and finally face me | |
You say I would have told you | |
If you' d only asked me | |
If you' d only asked me | |
If you' d only asked me |