Mary, Mary Bell 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 hear 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 aboutTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
