Sounds Great When You're Dead Lyrics - Hitchcock Robyn

Your mother is a journalist, your father is a creep 

They make it in your bedroom when they think you're fast asleep 

The scenes that they're enacting now beside your little bed 

Are never in your consciousness but always in your head 

Baby 

It might sound dodgy now 

But it sounds great when you're dead 

It sounds great when you're 

Your sister is a butterfly, your brother is a drunk 

You gaze at him reclining in formaldehyde a trunk 

He lives and breathes on systems that nobody can supply 

And you're immune to everything except the butterfly 

Yeah 

Baby 

It might sound dodgy now 

But it sounds great when you're dead 

It sounds great when you're dead 

Baby, you're incredible, I think that you're the most 

I've searched around for everything like you from coast to coast 

Your name engraved in diamonds written in my heart 

We're at our most together when we're at our most apart 

Baby 

It might sound dodgy now 

But it sounds great when you're dead 

Baby 

It might sound dodgy now 

But baby let me assure you 

It sounds great when you're dead