Tytuł: Sounds great when you're dead

• Wykonawca: Robyn Hitchcock
• Wyświetleń: 231

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