it s cold it s raining and everybody s hating me the snowflakes on gallows that creates the fall sincerity lay me down on thorns and nails splintering the bones you lay me down on thorns and nails of the last to pass in his bed lay me down on poison nails lay me down in this bed it s warm he s floating and the angels wings now carry him the radio flyer sends him but the mother now buries him lay me down on thorns and nails splintering the bones you lay me down on thorns and nails of the last to pass in his bed this spectacle of values results in her son crying i ll open this bottle of wine i ll open this bottle of wine 