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MISS MACBETH (Elvis Costello)
All the children testified that miss macbeth
Wore a fishbone slide in her cobweb tresses
Her eyes were black like first foot coal, clutched as white as chalk-dust
Her fingers sweated india-ink and poison-pen letters
There is a hungry hanging tree, just below your bedroom window
You can hear her take a broom to beat out a tattoo on the ceiling
Her bloodless face ran red inside but was she
Really evil, was she only pantomime
Now the chalk on the wall says that somebody
Saves, that somebodys face has just been washed off the pavement
Into a puzzle where petrol will be poisoned by rain
Miss macbeth saw her reflection
As confetti bled its colours down the drain
Chorus:
And everyday she lives out another love song
Its a tearful lament of somebody done wrong
Well how can you miss what youve never possessed?
Miss macbeth