Sleep On It

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 dieI made my bed

So I can lie on it

So I can cry on it

Now I'm wondering why

I made this bed?Camera's 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's one sweet poison I'm immune to

Don't wake me 'cause my dreaming's seeming trueI 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?