Текст песни Hitchcock Robyn - Sounds Great When You`re Dead
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Your mother is a journalist, your father is a creepThey make it in your bedroom when they think you`re fast asleepThe scenes that they`re enacting now beside your little bedAre never in your consciousness but always in your headBabyIt might sound dodgy nowBut it sounds great when you`re deadIt sounds great when you`reYour sister is a butterfly, your brother is a drunkYou gaze at him reclining in formaldehyde a trunkHe lives and breathes on systems that nobody can supplyAnd you`re immune to everything except the butterflyYeahBabyIt might sound dodgy nowBut it sounds great when you`re deadIt sounds great when you`re deadBaby, you`re incredible, I think that you`re the mostI`ve searched around for everything like you from coast to coastYour name engraved in diamonds written in my heartWe`re at our most together when we`re at our most apartBabyIt might sound dodgy nowBut it sounds great when you`re deadBabyIt might sound dodgy nowBut baby let me assure youIt sounds great when you`re dead