It's cold, it's raining And everybody's hating me The snowflakes on gallows, that creates the false sincerity (If I break you now I'll break the fall We had the world and lost it all You lay me down You lay me down) Lay me down on thorns and nails Splintering the bones You lay me down on thorns and nails Of the last to pass in his bed, his bed (Why's it feel so right to cry Help me, I died last night Help me, I died last night End this now) Lay me down On thorns and nails Lay me down In his bed It's warm, he's floating (floating) And the angels wings now carry him The radio flyer sends him But the mother now buries him Lay me down on thorns and nails Splintering the bones You lay me down on thorns and nails Of the last to pass in his bed, his bed This spectacle of values results in her son crying I'll open this bottle of wine I'll open this bottle of wine I'll open this bottle of wine I'll open this bottle of wine I'll open this bottle of wine I'll open this bottle of wine I'll open this bottle of wine I'll open this bottle of wine