Well, 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      "'Cause there's a dead man in my bed", she said   ?Smile you see upon his face   It?s been there for many days   There?s a dead man in my bed?      ?Well, I ain?t been feeling that good   Too much, no more?, she said, I swear   She pointed at the bedroom door   Said, ?I ain?t going in there?      She leaped out of her seat   And screamed, ?Someone?s not concentrating here?      ?'Cause there's a dead man in my bed?, she said   ?Ain?t speaking metaphorically   His eyes are open but he cannot see   There?s a dead man in my bed?      Well, 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   ?Though he keeps on taking notes   I swear this ain?t some kind of hoax   Dead man in my bed?      Well, 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's a dead man in my bed?, she said   ?I keep poking at him with my stick   His skin is just so fucking thick   There?s a dead man in my bed?      Well, 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   ...