The grandmother who I never met
Has a New York accent
And a cigarette
She says I’ve been misbehaving
And I’d better pay up
No negotiating
The grandmother who I never met
Has my mother’s eyes
And my mother’s sense of humor
She tells a joke
Cracks a smile
Does a line of coke
I don’t feel so swell most of the time
I don’t know why
I spend my days talking to the dead
That just won’t die
Hi, how are you
High, how are you
I don’t buy thе whole ghost thing
I talk to anyone who’ll pick up when thе phone rings
Oh the old men say
What the old men say
And the old men say too much
If we leave right now
We might not end up
So tired and out of touch
I don’t feel so swell most of the time
I don’t know why
I spend my days talking to the dead
That just won’t die
Negotiating
With the dead in my living room
They’re having a smoke
But soon we’ll resume
And I can’t keep up
With their demands
Ten million dollars
And my black sweat pants
This is increasingly uncomfortable
Don’t get me wrong
At first the company was wonderful
But after twenty years
The feeling starts to fade
I ask again if they would kindly
Go away
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Miserable Him Lyrics – negotiating with the dead