Mary, Mary Bell
With an upper-case M
All your neighbors know
What your mother sells
But you carved out a name
For yourself
Look out, look out
There are murders about
Guinea pig hair
And 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
Lookout, lookout
There are murders about
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