Bed - Brand New

My head is lead I don’t want to ever go to bed

Your hair is on fire

You snuff the blaze turn to vapor and you float away

We got into a bad fight

Laid her on the bed

My eyes are lungs of the prophet and speak in tongues

I know how you die

Your sister crumbles oh your serpents to the holy throne

To me she is just a dead spy

Laid her on the bed

Lie to all your friends

I don’t know what you feel like

Ambushed on the root, stole your gold and you laugh

Everything that you own starts to pile up

Like bones make the walls of your prison

Laid her on the bed

I don’t want to ever go to bed

Stay out for the fight

The champ goes down like a clown in the second round

I wish we had a bed we could have brought

Lie to all your friends