Bed O' Roses No. 9 Lyrics by Ian Dury And The Blockheads
I’ve done a lot of things I wished I hadn’t
There’s other things I never hope to do
But sliding off the map in both directions
Is the sorry mess i’ve made of knowing you
I’ve seen a lot of things I wished I hadn’t
There’s other things I never hope to see
But no-one left alive could paint a picture
Of the mess that knwoing you has made of me
I knew it wouldn’t be a bed of roses
I’ve seen the bloody grind that love entails
But one door shuts and then anotehr closes
And now i’m on a bloody bed of nails
Been told a lot of things I wished I hadn’t
There’s other things I never hope to know
But sliding off the scale of least remeberance
Is the way you chose to tell me where to go
I’ve been a lot of things I wished I hadn’t
There’s other things I never hope to be
But no-one left alive could tell the story
Of the mess that knowing you has made of me
I knew it might turn out to be a schtumer
Nothing would surprise me any
There’s other things I never hope to do
But sliding off the map in both directions
Is the sorry mess i’ve made of knowing you
I’ve seen a lot of things I wished I hadn’t
There’s other things I never hope to see
But no-one left alive could paint a picture
Of the mess that knwoing you has made of me
I knew it wouldn’t be a bed of roses
I’ve seen the bloody grind that love entails
But one door shuts and then anotehr closes
And now i’m on a bloody bed of nails
Been told a lot of things I wished I hadn’t
There’s other things I never hope to know
But sliding off the scale of least remeberance
Is the way you chose to tell me where to go
I’ve been a lot of things I wished I hadn’t
There’s other things I never hope to be
But no-one left alive could tell the story
Of the mess that knowing you has made of me
I knew it might turn out to be a schtumer
Nothing would surprise me any