Lookout, Lookout

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