It’s my, my, my bed you’re lying on And it’s my, my, my bed you’re dying on But if it’s my head you’re relying on You gotta save yourself — save yourself
Don’t enslave yourself — save yourself
Just to save yourself — save yourself
Stay in your own bed at night
Because, girl, you know
That if I try to feed you
And keep you all week to make you feel secure
Then you won’t leave my bed
Though you wanna stay fed
Will your heart remain, girl?
You know you can’t make it Without tryin' to fake it And I believe, baby
You gotta save yourself — save yourself
Don’t enslave yourself — save yourself
Just to save yourself — save yourself
Stay in your own bed at night
this is a version recorded by the original quartet (Ayers, Ratledge, Wyatt and Daevid Allen) found on a posthumous release called "Jet-Propelled Photographs".
Just discovered this band. Cool loving the tunes. They must of been pretty out of there to play at the UFO. I would of loved to went there tripping my box of