Dead Songtext
von Pixies

What d′you think of nothing?

I'd like to do a nursery rhyme

You crazy babe, Bathsheba, I want cha′
You're suffocating, you need a good shed
I'm tired of living, Shebe, so gimme

Dead

Dead

We′re apin′, rapin', tapin′, catharsis
You get torn down and I get erected
My blood is working, but my, my heart is


Dead

Dead

Dead
Hey, what do you know?
Your lovely tan belly is starting to grow

Uriah hit the crapper, the crapper
Uriah hit the crapper, the crapper
Uriah hit the crapper, the crapper

Dead

Dead


Dead, dead
Dead