Bed Song
You seem a little out of way
Are you lost or just don't want to be found
Well I hate to say I turned you
But I think you broke his heart
I've always been scared of growing old
But my beds too small for me
Tell me something new
Well I never know what to say when you ask me
King of the streets
King of the streets
I can't describe my thoughts sometimes
No I can't form words to speak my mind
The dark brings creatures from miles around
But I need to get out I need to lie down
I've always been scared of growing old
But my beds too small for me
Tell me something new
Well I never know what to say when you ask me
King of the streets
King of the streets
King of the streets
King of the streets
Autor(es): Nuclear Weasels
