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 hair 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