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