Текст песни Bed of Nails - Ross Wilson

BED OF NAILS (R.Wilson / E.O'Brien / J.Pullicino)

When I started out along the road
I put a young man's shoulder to the wheel
Now I've gotten older with the load
I recognize the hand that makes the deal

Lay down in a bed of roses
Woke up lying on a bed of nails
It's the oldest of tales
Lose the wind from your sails
You lay down in a bed of roses
And wake up lying on a bed of nails

You sign your name, you pay the price
Never see the poison in the pen
They mark the cards and load the dice
You never see which way the game will end

Lay down in a bed of roses
Woke up lying on a bed of nails
It's the oldest of tales
Lose the wind from your sails
You lay down in a bed of roses
And wake up lying on a bed of nails

Copyright for the world 1986
Ross Wilson / Mushroom Music Publishing
Eris O'Brien / AMCOS
& John Pullicino / AMCOS