my neighbors all see me stumblin home they can see theres somethin bloody bad wrong they hear me singin the wrong kind of song just cause my beds been empty too long my birds sing loud cause i told them all to get on the beam to get on the ball and to bring you here so i can lay my head and to warm up my old empty bed just too empty that empty bed of mine this empty bed of mine is my worst curse it hurts you little it hurts me worse it hurts the vine that climbs my poles but my empty bed hurts me the most im prayin and a prayin pretty soon your head will come and put an end to my empty old bed if ya dont come soon im apt to be dead or just gods dead my empty old bed just too empty that empty bed of mine