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
Its been there for many days
Theres a dead man in my bed
Well, I aint been feeling that good
Too much, no more, she said, I swear
She pointed at the bedroom door
Said, I aint going in there
She leaped out of her seat
And screamed, Someones not concentrating here
'Cause there's a dead man in my bed, she said
Aint speaking metaphorically
His eyes are open but he cannot see
Theres 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
Theres a dead man in my bed, she said
Though he keeps on taking notes
I swear this aint some kind of hoax
Dead man in my bed
Well, 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's a dead man in my bed, she said
I keep poking at him with my stick
His skin is just so fucking thick
Theres a dead man in my bed
Well, weve gotta get it all together
Weve gotta get it all together
Weve gotta get it all together
Weve gotta get it all together
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