Narrow Bed

Centuries of sin Have done this planet in; Have left us all Shaken and afraid. Too late to begin To turn to the truth again; We must sleep in The narrow bed We've made. Pharisees and pharaohs, And famine's evil arrows All have fallen And decayed. But I fear I see tomorrow In the fall of the sparrow. We must sleep in The narrow bed We've made. The letter of the law Was all you ever saw; You never saw The sentence To be paid. When you go to bed tonight, Don't expect the morning light. You must sleep in The narrow bed You've made. Caught down near the water, With Pharaoh's daughter, On a cool, crisp, Cairo day. He spoke as any father, Saying, "You broke her; Now you bought her. Now take these two away; They must sleep in The narrow bed They've made." You've never felt the hunger, Even when you were much younger; Your billions were all that you displayed. Now, you'll find your feasting All is hollow, And you'll find this Hard to swallow: You must sleep in The narrow bed You've made. Centuries of sin Have done this planet in, Have left us all Shaken and afraid. Too late to begin To turn to the truth again; We must sleep in The narrow bed We've made.