Mary, Mary Belle with an uppercase M
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
Writer(s): Michael Hadreas
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