Текст песни Dead (Live from Fine Line Music Cafe, Minneapolis, MN. April 13th, 2004) - Pixies

I can't think of nothing

You crazy babe Bathsheba, I want ya
You're suffocatin', 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 workin' 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!