Dead Man in My Bed

Nick Cave and the bad seeds

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
 It's been there for many days
 There's a dead man in my bed

I ain't been feeling that good too much no more, she said, I swear
 She pointed at the bedroom door and said I ain't going in there
 She leaped out of her seat and screamed someone's not concentrating here
 There is a dead man in my bed, she said
 I ain't speaking metaphorically
 His eyes are open but he cannot see
 There's 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
 There's a dead man in my bed, she said
 And though he keeps on taking notes
 I swear this ain't some kind of hoax
 Dead man in my bed

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*cking 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 f*cking thick
 There's a dead man in my bed

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