Most of the shingles are gone There's a couple still hanging on Like an old man's tooth The third house in, With the weeds and the limbs And all the broken glass And other people's trash The windows are all busted out You can slip your way carefully in. Even stand inside the tape And lay in the shape of her Chalk outline Monster are men that the devil gets in And even he gets so bored sometimes Climbs from his hollow In the deep dark below To entertain himself awhile To entertain himself awhile He puts on the body and clothes Of someone you think you know And step into those hands Like a horse in quicksand You find yourself screaming your way to the end. That's what happened to Alisha. She was dancin' wild Tilting from the wine, Dark hair and diamond shine. Lonely and bruised Gettin' over being used, It's usually the weak ones he finds It's usually the weak ones he finds. And he wanted her beauty That's all he was after Oh, you've never seen hips And legs and skin No arms like hers. And she was dying for some company. They found her some days later, Undone and scattered. And right beside her A straight plain Sledgehammer I heard he plays a mean fiddle And his bows made of bones, And it sounds like your deepest desire. Lonely and bruised Gettin' over bein' used, It's usually the weak ones he finds. It's usually the weak ones he finds.