(Dicky Barrett/Joe Gittleman/Nate Albert/Dennis Brockenborough/Bosstones) You made your bed, that's where you lie No pearly gates when you die We tried to teach, you didn't learn You're going down, you're gonna burn Fast at passing judgement and your quick to cast a stone Hypocrite taking shit, leave me alone Thump the book and twist the word You're setting sinners straight Point your finger, wag your tongue then pass around the plate I've made my bed that's where I'll lie, Won't see the gates when I die And I've been told I'll never learn, I'm going down I'm gonna Screaming demons all hell broke loose and other dark remarks You say that's Satan's waiting for me but I don't give a fuck If words and music tick you off then you're the one who's sick But I think it fucking followers that really make you tick As far as I can tell I'm going to hell As far as I can see, you're coming with me You made your bed that's where you'll lie No pearly gates when you die We tried to teach, you didn't learn You're going down, you're gonna burn Holy smoke! is this a joke? I mean man you're on the move, Shut 'em up and shut 'em down If you don't approve Cuss and curse and stuff your purse And tell me where I'm goin' Holy cow, man, don't stop now, man, Your bank account is growin' You made you're bed that's where you'll lie No pearly gates when you die We tried to teach, you didn't learn You're going down, you're gonna burn You made you're bed that's where you'll lie Thanks God I've got a place to sleep No pearly gates when you die, why should I worry now or cry You know I'm not concerned You're going down, you're gonna burn