| Song | Dead Man In My Bed |
| Artist | Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds |
| Album | Nocturama |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Cave | |
| 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 |
| zuo qu : Cave | |
| 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 |
| zuò qǔ : Cave | |
| 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 |