Dead Man in My Bed
Well, she sat in a wicker chair Her eyes, they were downcast She breathed in the future By breathing out the past The die is done, the die is shook The die is duly cast "'Cause there's a dead man in my bed", she said 'Smile you see upon his face It's been there for many days There's a dead man in my bed' 'Well, I ain't been feeling that good Too much, no more', she said, I swear She pointed at the bedroom door Said, 'I ain't going in there' She leaped out of her seat And screamed, 'Someone's not concentrating here' ''Cause there's a dead man in my bed', she said 'Ain't speaking metaphorically His eyes are open but he cannot see There's a dead man in my bed' Well, the leaves outside the window waved All brown, they were, and falling Even I could tell the atmosphere In here was utterly appalling The phone, it rang incessantly But nobody was calling 'There's a dead man in my bed', she said 'Though he keeps on taking notes I swear this ain't some kind of hoax Dead man in my bed' Well, now, she's in the kitchen Rattling those pots and pans 'I'd cook him something nice' She said, 'But he refuses to wash his hands' 'He used to be so good to me Now, he smells so f**king bad' 'There's a dead man in my bed', she said 'I keep poking at him with my stick His skin is just so f**king thick There's a dead man in my bed' Well, we've gotta get it all together We've gotta get it all together We've gotta get it all together We've gotta get it all together ...
Nocturama
2003