Текст песни: Bed of Nails + перевод

Somewhere in the world my brother is sleeping

He lies in a pile of wasted youth

And I wake to the sound of my mother’s weeping

But nobody seems to know the truth

Now in through the window the morning light

All of my nightmares it’s breaking through

Here in the suburbs the dogs will bite

A job that their masters are loathe to do

Each morning I rise from this bed of nails

To tend to the children got work to do

The rains coming down in buckets and pails

But somehow it seems to fit the mood

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