Sounds Great When You're Dead

Your mother is a journalist

Your father is a creep

They make it in your bedroom

When they think you're fast asleep

The scenes that they're enacting now

Beside your little bed

Are never in you consciousness

But always in your head



Baby, it might sound dodgy now

But it sounds great when you're dead

It sounds great when you're



Your sister is a butterfly

Your brother is a drunk

You gaze at him reclining in

Formaldehyde: a trunk

He lives and breathes on systems

That nobody can supply

And you're immune to everything

Except the butterfly



Yeah



Baby, it might sound dodgy now

But it sounds great when you're dead

It sounds great when you're dead



Baby, you're incredible

I think that you're the most

I've searched around for everything

Like you from coast to coast

Your name, engraved in diamond

Is written in my heart

We're at our most together

When we're at our most apart



Baby, it might sound dodgy now

But it sounds great when you're dead

Baby, it might sound dodgy now

But baby, let me assure you

It sounds great when you're dead