Her lips are red
Her face looks dead
She's picking bones up
On the side of the road
Because she collects them
He's got a bag of bones
She's got the devil's lettuce
He's got a bag of bones
She's got the devil's lettuce
Have you read the paper today
It said i died on a Saturday
Take me to the scene of the crime
Im dead and it's about time
He's got a bag of bones
She's got the devil's lettuce
He's got a bag of bones
She's got the devil's lettuce
Can you feel the lies
Coming out your mouth
Can you feel the lies
Coming from your throat