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Couldn't Get Dead (feat. Rianne Downey)

Paul Heaton

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Paul Heaton

Vocals

Rianne Downey

Vocals

Pete Marshall

Drums

Jonny Lexus

Guitar

Chris Wise

Background Vocals

Stephen Large

Piano

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Paul Heaton

Composer

Jonny Lexus

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Ian Broudie

Producer

Stephen Harris

Mixing Engineer

Tony Cousins

Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Well a good friend of mine was a joiner

And he built me the sturdiest chair

And he sold me a rope

The weight, it would cope

Between me and a good foot of air

[Verse 2]

But apparently the country we live in

Is comfortable selling you junk

The rope, it went slack

The chair, it collapsed

And gradually my poor heart, it sunk

[Chorus]

I couldn’t get dead in an earthquake

I couldn’t get dead in a storm

Avalanche or flood in my neighbourhood

I’d surface both happy and warm

I couldn’t get dead in tornado

I couldn’t get dead in a ditch

Life trundles on and chances be gone

And you realise death’s just a bitch

[Verse 3]

Well I filled up the bath with hot water

And plugged myself into the grid

In a cupboard yet higher

Reached for bar-fire

Where neighbours and friends had it hid

[Verse 4]

Bar-fire dropped into water

A deadly mixture that’s true

But just like my luck

Miner’s Strike struck

And power cut followed that too

[Chorus]

I couldn't get dead in an earthquake

I couldn't get dead in a storm

Avalanche or flood in my neighbourhood

I'd surface both happy and warm

I couldn't get dead in tornado

I couldn't get dead in a ditch

Life trundles on and chances be gone

And you realise death's just a bitch

[Bridge]

Well, it's Mental Health Week on the radio

Mental Health Month on TV

The camp and the butch are talking so much

That nobody’s noticing me

The truth is I lost me dear partner

And solemnly made me this pledge

To climb me the tallest skyscraper

And find me the tiniest ledge

[Chorus]

I couldn't get dead in an earthquake

I couldn't get dead in a storm

Avalanche or flood in my neighbourhood

I'd surface both happy and warm

I couldn't get dead in tornado

I couldn't get dead in a ditch

Life trundles on and chances be gone

And you realise death's just a bitch

Written by: Jonny Lexus, Paul Heaton

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