Lisa lost her headnShe wanna fade awaynIn her little clumsy handsnShe grips a green grenadennShe hides it in her pocketnEach time she goes outnLisa little racketnJust waiting for it blowsnnLisa lost her waynShe doesn't know, she forgetsnShe never goes, she never staysnShe comes from devil's bednnLisa lost her waynShe doesn't know, she forgetsnShe never goes, she never staysnShe comes from devil's bed