Bed

Experiments and tests have shown We sleep sounder when alone If unentangled there we lie Then it's easier to kind of die For though there's pulse and shallow breath Falling asleep's a kind of death And I suppose death has it's charms When it's done in someone else arms You bet someone the reason why Is when you cum you kind of die Who can say what you two did? Made some whoopee or a kid Bed's much more than just one thing It's God and boat and boxing ring It's desert island, mountain top It's cradle, grave, and final stop A bed of nails, a bed of coals Pierce your skin, now see your souls A bed of greens, the ocean bed Go to sleep, go on, play dead And we all a lullaby A little prayer before we die And when we die where do we go? Is it up above or else down below? It's back and forth, or so it seems If after-life is like our dreams Some say this life's a dream instead I say real life begins in bed