Текст песни Bed Of Nails

Somewhere it the world my brother is sleeping He lies in a pile of wasted youth And I wake to the sound of my mother's weeping Nobody seems to know the truth Now in through the window the morning light All of my nightmares it's breaking through Here in the suburbs the dogs will bite A job that their masters are loathe to do Earch morning I rise form this bed of nails To tend to the children got work to do The rains coming down it buckets and pails But somehow it seems to fit the mood