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Well they dragged the lake,
Back in '72.
They asked all the parishioners to find out what they knew.
They searched every leaf, and under every stone.
But they still can't find the bones.

Well they dusted for prints, they dug up my back yard.
They looked for traces of evidence, like bits of skin and blood.
They searched in the mud, and they searched in the snow.
But they still can't find the bones.

Well detective McGrady, he always got his man.
He had a taste for Whiskey and drove a black sedan.
With those brake wires cut, he probably shouldn't have drove.
But they still can't find the bones.

They sent for me and my brother one hot night in July.
They put my hand on a bible, and told me not to lie.
They asked me loads of questions, I said I didn't know.
But they still can't find the bones.

Trixy's testimony destroyed our alibi.
Her chance sighting made out we both had lied.
My brother Willy, let out a weary groan
But they still can't find the bones.

They sent us to the chamber one cold night in July.
Gave us one last chance at confession. I just spat and smiled.
At least when we fried, we didn't go alone!
But they still can't find the bones.
But they still can't find the Bones.
BUT THEY STILL CAN'T FIND THE BONES!