Lyrics:
All the children testified that miss macbethWore a fishbone slide in her cobweb tressesHer eyes were black like first foot coal, clutched as white as chalk-dustHer fingers sweated india-ink and poison-pen lettersThere is a hungry hanging tree, just below your bedroom windowYou can hear her take a broom to beat out a tattoo on the ceilingHer bloodless face ran red inside but was sheReally evil, was she only pantomimeNow the chalk on the wall says that somebodySaves, that somebody's face has just been washed off the pavementInto a puzzle where petrol will be poisoned by rainMiss macbeth saw her reflectionAs confetti bled it's colours down the drainChorus:And everyday she lives out another love songIt's a tearful lament of somebody done wrongWell how can you miss what you've never possessed? Miss macbethWell we all should have known when the children paradedThey portrayed her in their fairytales, sprinkling deadly nightshadeAnd as they tormented her she rose to the baitEven a scapegoat must have someone to hateAnd everyday she lives out another love song'you're up there enjoying yourself, and I know it's wrong'Well how can you miss what you've never possessedMiss macbethSometimes people are just what they appear to beWith no redemption at allWe try to walk upright when we can't even crawlMiss macbeth has a gollywog she chucks underThe chin and she whispers to it tenderly then sticks it on a pinAnd it might be coincidence, but a boy downThe lane, that she said 'went white as he could do,' then doubled over in painChorus