Bed of nails

🎵 Bed of Nails 🎵

Yeah… misery don’t just knock, it kicks the door in.

If you wake up bleedin’ from layin’ on nails,

Don’t stare at me like I’m the villain…

I ain’t the one that built your prison.

I’m just here to read the verdict…

Misery loves company, that’s the old line,

But some folks rent the room, others sign the dotted line.

You chose silk sheets, thought they came with the crown,

But that man’s smile was poison, you was sinkin’ not drownin’.

Lilly—pretty girl, born with a platinum spoon,

Daddy’s money lit her nights, mama’s love lit the room.

Seventeenth birthday, brand-new Caddy in the drive,

Thought the whole damn world was hers to survive.

Fast forward—diamond ring, millionaire on her arm,

But every charm came laced with a storm alarm.

Whenever he had a bad day, she paid in bone,

Broken arm tucked under that fur, sittin’ on her throne.

Bed of nails—ain’t no dreams in that bed,

You just bleed slow while you lay your head.

Money in the safe, but your soul’s been sold,

Filthy rich in the story that never gets told.

Bed of nails—those kids saw it too,

Learned pain is the language when love ain’t true.

Be careful what you wish for—truth never fails,

Some castles get built on a bed of nails.

Two boys watchin’, thinkin’ this is the norm,

Every shout, every slap, every thunderstorm.

You taught ‘em money’s worth more than a woman’s pride,

That a bruised face can hide behind a perfect ride.

And the bottle? That was his preacher and choir,

Preachin’ rage, spittin’ sermons with fists of fire.

They say children of the drunk grow up the same,

But abuse writes its own cold, bloodstained name.

You stayed for the mansion, the pool, the land,

Never once thinkin’ of the scars on their hands.

You thought security was worth the pain you take,

But the cost of gold is the lives you break.

Bed of nails—ain’t no dreams in that bed,

You just bleed slow while you lay your head.

Money in the safe, but your soul’s been sold,

Filthy rich in the story that never gets told.

Bed of nails—those kids saw it too,

Learned pain is the language when love ain’t true.

Be careful what you wish for—truth never fails,

Some castles get built on a bed of nails.

See… the final analysis is cold.

You can shine in diamonds but still live in the dark.

The cars, the trips, the bank accounts—

All worthless when you’re sleepin’ with the enemy…

Now the money’s still there, but the laughter’s gone,

Two grown sons with that same anger on.

One’s hand shakes like his daddy’s used to swing,

The other can’t trust love ‘cause he’s scared of the sting.

You don't have to stay, lil Bird can fly away, even with broken wings.