The Bed Song Amanda Palmer & The Grand Theft Orchestra

Exhibit a
We are friends in a sleeping bag
Splitting the heat
We have one filthy pillow to share
And your lips are in my hair
Someone upstairs
Has a rat that we laughed at
And people are drinking
And singing Van Halen and Slayer
On a ukulele tear

Exhibit b
Well we found an apartment
It’s not much to look at a
Futon on a floor
Torn off desktop for a door
All the decor’s
Made of milk crates
And duct tape
And if we have sex
They can hear us
Through the floor
But we don’t do that anymore
And i lay there wondering
What is the matter
Is this a matter
Of worse or of better
You took the blanket
So i took the bed sheet
But i would have held you
If you’d only
Let me