作曲 : Nick Cave 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
作曲 : Nick Cave 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
