Caught in the middle of forty two 
It was a fact, a number, a written word 
A piece of my mind is it half or all 
The guns shot off my head 
To give me what I deserve, what I deserve 

A scream out the terms 
These are the words of my persistence 
I swirl to see you and find I do 
The arrows burst my skin to show what is left of me 
And give me what I deserve, what I deserve 

The bed of nails cuts 
Don't leave, don't jump on me 
The bed of nails cuts 
Don't leave, don't jump on me 
The bed of nails cuts 
Cuts! 

The trains rolling down the tracks 
I'm wailing the twelve bar blues 
Keep on the right track 
Keep on the right track 
I was never the same, never the same 
Give me what I deserve, what I deserve 
To show what is left of me 
Give me what I deserve 

The bed of nails cuts 
We don't need this culture clubbing 
The bed of nails cuts 
We don't need this culture clubbing 
The bed of nails cuts cuts cuts 

A scream out the terms 
These are the words of my persistence 
I swirl to see you and find I do 
The trains rolling down the tracks 
I'm wailing the twelve bar blues 
Keep on the right track 
Keep on the right track 
I was never the same, never the same 
Give me what I deserve, what I deserve 
To show what is left of me 

The bed of nails cuts 
We don't need this culture clubbing 
The bed of nails cuts 
We don't need this culture clubbing 
The bed of nails cuts cuts cuts 

To find my own voice, to find my own voice 
In the way, in the way 
Cuts cuts cuts 
Cuts cuts cuts 
Cuts cuts cuts 
Cuts!