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