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 fucking 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 fucking 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