Nobody knows Nobody really knows Who laid her grave Put her beneath the sod Grab that old devil By his crooked horn And ask him What she had done When they found her The scene was a mess It’s broken glass And a bridal veil She was nailed Right to that wall Where her mother’s Portrait had been On either side For all to see In great big letters Scribbled two words Written with wood ash On one side A dusty smudge The word love The other word written With her own lipstick Smeared all around A bright red truth They couldn’t figure What it all meant They couldn’t figure What it all meant Nobody knows Nobody really knows Who laid her grave Put her beneath the sod Grab that old devil By his crooked horn And let him know It was my own two hands