Mary, Mary-belle within a bird-cage cell,
All your neighbors know what your mother sells
But you carved out a name; you carved out a name for yourself
Look out, look out
Look out, look out
Look out, look out
Look out, look out
Look out, look out
There are murders about
Guinea pig in a twisted mouth
Through a hole to the railway
And Brian’s face down
Keep your wits
He will not be missed
He didn’t have a family to begin with
Look out, look out
Look out, look out
Look out, look out
Look out, look out
Look out, look out
There are murders about |
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