Robyn Hitchcock - Sounds Great When You're Dead lyrics

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 bu*terfly, 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 bu*terfly 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 a**ure you It sounds great when you're dead