Mary, Mary Bell
With an uppercase M
All the neighbours 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
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

Look out, look out
Look out, look out
Look out, look out
Look out, look out
Look out, look out
There are murders about