Bed of Roses

Sitting here wasted and wounded at this is old (F)piano

trying (Bb)hard to capture the moment this morning I (F)don't know.

'Cause a (Am)bottle of vodka is still (Bb)lodged in my head and some (F)blonde gave me nightmares.

I (Fsus)think that she's (F)still in my (Bb)bed

as I dream about movies they (C)won't make of me when I'm (F)dead.

With an (Bb)ironclad fist that I wake up and French is kiss the (F)morning

while some (Bb)march band keeps its own beat in my head while we're (F)talking

about (Am)all of the things that I still (Bb)long to believe about (F)love and the truth,

mares. what (Fsus)you mean to (F)me and (Bb)the bed

as I dream about movies they (C)won't make of me when I'm (F)dead.

With an (Bb)truth is, my eyes and whisper,

baby, you're (C)all that I (F)need.

(C)I want to (Dm)lay you (C)down on a (Bb)bed of (F)roses

for tonight I (C)sleep on a (Bb)bed of (F)nails.

Oh, I want to (Bb)be just as (F)close as the (Bb)Holy (F)Ghost is and (Dm)lay (C)you (Bb)down on a bed of (F)roses.

Well, I'm roses.

(C)Well, the (Bb)hotel bar hangover (C)whiskey's gone dry,

the (F)barkeeper's wig is crooked and she's giving me the eye.

I (Bb)might have said yeah,

but I laughed so hard (C)I think I (F)died.

(C)Ooh, yeah.

(F)Now as (Bb)you close your eyes,

know I'll be thinking (F)about you

while my (Bb)mistress, she calls me to stand in her spotlight again.

Tonight, I won't be alone but you know that don't mean I'm not (F)lonely.

I've got (Dm)nothing to (C)prove for it's (Bb)you that I'd die to (F)defend.

(C)I want to (Dm)lay you (C)down on a (Bb)bed of (F)roses

for tonight I (C)sleep on a (Bb)bed of (F)nails.

Oh, I want to (Bb)be just as (F)close as the (Bb)Holy (F)Ghost is and (Dm)lay (C)you (Bb)down.

(C)I want to (Dm)lay you (C)down on a (Bb)bed of (F)roses

for tonight I (C)sleep on a (Bb)bed of (F)nails.

Oh, I want to (Bb)be just as (F)close as the (Bb)Holy (F)Ghost is and (Dm)lay (C)you (Bb)down.

(C)I want to (Dm)lay (C)you (Bb)down on a bed of (F)roses.