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 dead
And 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