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