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