歌曲 | Dead Man In My Bed |
歌手 | Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds |
专辑 | Nocturama |
下载 | 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 |