You made your bed, and now you better dream in it.
The word that you once whispered, now you're screamin' it.
Days drip down like bad wallpaper.
Pictures plastered on the ivy creeper between your old toy soldiers
and your mother's sleepers.
Turning the Town Red. [x2]
You made your bed, you better face the consequence.
A black pool opened at my feet into a dream sequence.
Turning the Town Red. Aah. [x4]
You know I heard her call my name
Least, I think that's what she said.
Surely I'm the correlation that's gonna cause her shame
So, what's she doing in my bed?
Turning the Town Red. Aah.
[Repeat]