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