Ian Dury And The Blockheads - Bed O. Roses No. 9 lyrics

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 anymore You robbed me of my natural sense of humour And then you nailed my bollocks to the door And you nailed my poor cojones to the door