Now I know that nothing's get me high   Scorched the land to find a man   Even lost the will to lie   Plucked out every artery   Left my heart to die      I made my bed   So I can lie on it   So I can cry on it   Now I'm wondering why   I made this bed?      Camera's hidden in my ceiling fan   Excuse me but where was you, God   That long hot afternoon?   Drag my head across the floor   Now I'm living dead      And I made my bed   So I can sleep on it   So I can weep on it   Now I'm wondering why   I made this bed?      And the cold dew's stinging, there's vultures singing   I caught a vision of my death   But there's one sweet poison I'm immune to   Don't wake me 'cause my dreaming's seeming true      I made my bed   So I can lie on it   So I can cry on it   Now I'm wondering why   I made this bed?      So I can sleep on it   So I can weep on it   Now I'm wondering why   I made this bed?