I had a lot of friends till I drove them round the bend
And then they left me all alone and so I roam around the globe
In search of new shiney buddies, to share with them my worries
And my joys and my toys and my secret jars of poison!
I searched up high, I searched down low
But no matter where I look no friends began to show
And so I made a list of killers, and wrote them all letters
Asking lots of friendly questions... With all the best intent they told me
Don't ask you questions to the wall
They keep their secrets locked inside
If blood and bones are what you want
I suggest that you look behind you
I keep each letter in a box under my bed
It really rocks 'cos when I'm sad I just read all of them again
I sent them drawings done in crayon, and plans for domination
Even cute little collages of their exploits from the papers
And when they get out, we will be friends
Bestest buddies un-til the end
We'll go on picnics, with long pork sammies
But I keep thinking 'bout what they told me
Don't ask you questions to the wall
They keep their secrets locked inside
If blood and bones are what you want
I suggest that you look behind you
