Lyrics:

She sat in a wicker chair, her eyes they were downcastShe breathed in the future, by breathing out the pastThe die is done, the die is shook, the die is duly castThere is a dead man in my bed, she saidThat smile you see upon his faceIt's been there for many daysThere's a dead man in my bedI ain't been feeling that good too much no more, she said, I swearShe pointed at the bedroom door and said I ain't going in thereShe leaped out of her seat and screamed someone's not concentrating hereThere is a dead man in my bed, she saidI ain't speaking metaphoricallyHis eyes are open but he cannot seeThere's a dead man in my bedThe leaves outside the window waved, all brown, they were, and fallingEven I could tell the atmosphere in here was utterly appallingThe phone it rang incessantly but nobody was callingThere's a dead man in my bed, she saidAnd though he keeps on taking notesI swear this ain't some kind of hoaxDead man in my bedNow she's in the kitchen, rattling those pots and pansI'd cook him something nice, she said, but he refuses to wash his handsHe used to be so good to me, now he smells so fucking badThere is a dead man in my bed, she saidI keep poking at him with my stickBut his skin is just so fucking thickThere's a dead man in my bedWe've gotta get it all togetherWe've gotta get it all togetherWe've gotta get it all togetherWe've gotta get it all together