Duplexes Of The Dead Songtext

On our honeymoon, my husband sat still

With a look in his eyes and a pen in his left hand

He wrote on the varnish the magic word, seldom seen and never heard

He shushed me, then slumped backwards dead asleep



I went grumpy sitting in the sun by the umbrella stand

Making every single unreasonable demand

I covered my head and went to the office pool, I dipped in reverent a re-soled mule

And asked the chlorine fumes if there was something they wanted to bring up