i don t care that you won t quit this notion of burying the carnival but what the hell is in your potion that s made you so dull so i cannot make a blind from sawdust much less a cool millennium but i d much rather feel the heat of august than be sheltered and numb so move out of your bed of roses now i m putting in a bed of nails because missles guns and rubber hoses will land me in jail this paradise is slowly crumbing from here to wilshire boulevard but the rubble over which you are stumbling just isn t that hard what did you do with all that grace now what did you do with all my wine what makes you think that just cause you dress bright means that you shine so move out of your bed of roses now i m putting in a bed of nails cause when this whole production closes that innocence fails weren t we supposed to shine like half harvest never shown shine like half harvest never known so move out of your bed of roses now i m putting in a bed of nails cause when this whole production closes that innocence fails shine like half harvest never shown shine like half harvest never known shine like half harvest never known shine like half harvest never shown shine mm shine like half harvest never known shine