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
There is a dead man in my bed, she said
That smile you see upon his face
Its been there for many days
Theres a dead man in my bed
I aint been feeling that good too much no more, she said, I swear
She pointed at the bedroom door and said I aint going in there
She leaped out of her seat and screamed someones not concentrating here
There is a dead man in my bed, she said
I aint speaking metaphorically
His eyes are open but he cannot see
Theres a dead man in my bed
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
Theres a dead man in my bed, she said
And though he keeps on taking notes
I swear this aint some kind of hoax
Dead man in my bed
Now shes in the kitchen, rattling those pots and pans
Id 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 fucking bad
There is a dead man in my bed, she said
I keep poking at him with my stick
But his skin is just so fucking thick
Theres a dead man in my bed
Weve gotta get it all together
Weve gotta get it all together
Weve gotta get it all together
Weve gotta get it all together
