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 $#&@ing 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 $#&@ing 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