作曲 : PAT MONAHAN/ESPEN LIND/AMUND BJORKLUND
作词 : Hitchcock
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 your 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 diamonds 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