Bed of Roses piano leadsheet with chords

Sitting here wasted and wounded at this is old piano

trying hard to capture the moment this morning I don't know.

'Cause a bottle of vodka is still lodged in my head and some blonde gave me nightmares.

I think that she's still in my bed

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

With an ironclad fist that I wake up and French is kiss the morning

while some march band keeps its own beat in my head while we're talking

about all of the things that I still long to believe about love and the truth,

mares. what you mean to me and the bed

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

With an truth is, my eyes and whisper,

baby, you're all that I need.

I want to lay you down on a bed of roses

for tonight I sleep on a bed of nails.

Oh, I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is and lay you down on a bed of roses.

Well, I'm roses.

Well, the hotel bar hangover whiskey's gone dry,

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

I might have said yeah,

but I laughed so hard I think I died.

Ooh, yeah.

Now as you close your eyes,

know I'll be thinking about you

while my 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 lonely.

I've got nothing to prove for it's you that I'd die to defend.

I want to lay you down on a bed of roses

for tonight I sleep on a bed of nails.

Oh, I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is and lay you down.

I want to lay you down on a bed of roses

for tonight I sleep on a bed of nails.

Oh, I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is and lay you down.

I want to lay you down on a bed of roses.