You cleaned the dirt from your shoes
At Judy Bruce's bedroom
The gesture did not get you very far
Because when they found her dead
In the foldings of her dress, there was
Fibers from the lining of your car
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
Wow, wow, wow
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
It was painted blue
In Judy Bruce's bedroom
She had gels and ribbons for her hair (Aw)
But memories look different from overseas
And from the electric chair
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
Wow, wow, wow
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
