Bed

My head is lit
I don't ever want to go to bed
Your hair is on fire
You snuff the blaze
Turn to vapour then you float away
We got into a bad fight

Later on the bed
Later on the bed
Later on the bed
Later on the bed
Later on the bed
Later on the bed
Later on the bed

My eyes are lungs, I'm a prophet and I speak in tongues
I know how you'll die
Your sister groans, "are you serpent to the holy throne?"
To me she's just a dead spy

Later on the bed
Later on the bed
Later on the bed
Lie to all your friends
Lie to all your friends
Lie to all your friends
Lie to all your friends

I don't know what you feel like
Pushed on the road, stole your gold, you're all rolls and you're laughing now
Everything that I own starts to pile up
Like bones make the walls of a prison

Later on the bed
Later on the bed

I don't ever want to go to bed
Stay up for the fight
The champ goes down like a clown in the second round
I wish we'd had a bad goodbye

Lie to all your friends
Lie to all your friends
Lie to all your friends
Lie to all your friends
Lie to all your friends
Lie to all your friends
Lie to all your friends
Later on the bed
Later on the bed
Later on the bed