Armstrong, Billie Joe - Bodybag Lyrics

She knits me a pastel purple sweater
I'm staring blankly into the skies, alright
She reads me like a scarlet letter
She holds my heart and arms to die, alright

Sometimes it ain't so bad
Like a soul that's on the slab
This is my life in a bodybag

She's got a diary of madness
She has a man of mystery, oh yeah
She dumped me in a brand-new address
With a brand-new sweater made for me, oh yeah

Sometimes it ain't so bad
Like a soul that's on the slab
This is my life in a bodybag
Oh yeah