Lyrics:

All the children testified that Miss Macbethwore a fishbone slide in her cobweb tressesHer eyes were black like first
foot coal, clutchedas white as chalk-dustHer fingers sweated india-ink and poison-penlettersThere is a hungry hanging tree
, just below yourbedroom windowYou can hear her take a broom to beat out atattoo on the ceilingHer bloodless face ran red i
nside but was shereally evil, was she only pantomimeNow the chalk on the wall says that somebodysaves, that somebody's face
has just beenwashed off the pavementInto a puzzle where petrol will be poisoned by rainMiss Macbeth saw her reflectionAs co
nfetti bled it's colours down the drainChorus:And everyday she lives out another love songIt's a tearful lament of somebod
y done wrongWell how can you miss what you've neverpossessedMiss MacbethWell we all should have known when thechildren pa
radedThey portrayed her in their fairytales, sprinklingDeadly 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 k
nowit's wrong'Well how can you miss what you've neverpossessedMiss 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 tenderlyThen sticks it on a pinAnd It might be coincidence, but a boy downthe lane, that she sai
d 'went white as he coulddo,' then doubled over in p