Sounds Great When You're Dead

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 you 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 diamond Is 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 --- Sounds Great When You're Dead - Robyn Hitchcock