| Song | Dig Up Her Bones |
| Artist | The Misfits |
| Album | American Psycho |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Misfits | |
| Anything is what she is | |
| Anywhere is where she's from | |
| Anything is what she'll be | |
| Anything as long as it's mine | |
| And the door, it opens, way back in | |
| Or is it way back out? | |
| Any place is where she'll be | |
| Any place, she'll see you from | |
| Lies and secrets become your world | |
| Any time, anywhere, she takes me away | |
| And death climbs up the steps one by one | |
| To give you the rose that's been burnt by her son | |
| Point me to the sky above | |
| I can't get there on my own | |
| Walk me to the graveyard | |
| Dig up her bones | |
| I have seen the demon's face | |
| I have heard of her death grace | |
| I fall down on my knees in praise of the | |
| Horrible things that took her away | |
| And death climbs up the steps one by one | |
| To give you the rose that's been burnt by her son | |
| Point me to the sky above | |
| I can't get there on my own | |
| Walk me to the graveyard | |
| Dig up her bones | |
| Point me to the sky above | |
| I can't get there on my own | |
| Walk me to the graveyard | |
| Dig up her bones, bones |
| zuo ci : Misfits | |
| Anything is what she is | |
| Anywhere is where she' s from | |
| Anything is what she' ll be | |
| Anything as long as it' s mine | |
| And the door, it opens, way back in | |
| Or is it way back out? | |
| Any place is where she' ll be | |
| Any place, she' ll see you from | |
| Lies and secrets become your world | |
| Any time, anywhere, she takes me away | |
| And death climbs up the steps one by one | |
| To give you the rose that' s been burnt by her son | |
| Point me to the sky above | |
| I can' t get there on my own | |
| Walk me to the graveyard | |
| Dig up her bones | |
| I have seen the demon' s face | |
| I have heard of her death grace | |
| I fall down on my knees in praise of the | |
| Horrible things that took her away | |
| And death climbs up the steps one by one | |
| To give you the rose that' s been burnt by her son | |
| Point me to the sky above | |
| I can' t get there on my own | |
| Walk me to the graveyard | |
| Dig up her bones | |
| Point me to the sky above | |
| I can' t get there on my own | |
| Walk me to the graveyard | |
| Dig up her bones, bones |
| zuò cí : Misfits | |
| Anything is what she is | |
| Anywhere is where she' s from | |
| Anything is what she' ll be | |
| Anything as long as it' s mine | |
| And the door, it opens, way back in | |
| Or is it way back out? | |
| Any place is where she' ll be | |
| Any place, she' ll see you from | |
| Lies and secrets become your world | |
| Any time, anywhere, she takes me away | |
| And death climbs up the steps one by one | |
| To give you the rose that' s been burnt by her son | |
| Point me to the sky above | |
| I can' t get there on my own | |
| Walk me to the graveyard | |
| Dig up her bones | |
| I have seen the demon' s face | |
| I have heard of her death grace | |
| I fall down on my knees in praise of the | |
| Horrible things that took her away | |
| And death climbs up the steps one by one | |
| To give you the rose that' s been burnt by her son | |
| Point me to the sky above | |
| I can' t get there on my own | |
| Walk me to the graveyard | |
| Dig up her bones | |
| Point me to the sky above | |
| I can' t get there on my own | |
| Walk me to the graveyard | |
| Dig up her bones, bones |