Miss Macbeth

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

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 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 somebody`s 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 it`s colors down the drain

And everyday

She lives out another love song

It`s a tearful lament of somebody done wrong

Well can you miss

What you`ve never possessed

Miss Macbeth

Well we all should have known

When the children paraded

They portrayed her in their fairy tales

Sprinkling deadly nightshade

And as they tormented her

She rose to the bait

Even a scapegoat

Must have someone to hate

And 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 possessed

Miss Macbeth

Miss Macbeth

Sometimes people are just

What they appear to be

With no redemption at all

We try to walk upright

When we can`t even crawl

Miss Macbeth

Has a gollywog

She chucks under

The chin

And she whispers to it tenderly

Then sticks

It on a pin

And it might

Be coincidence but a boy

Down

The lane

That she said went white as he could

Do

Then doubled over in pain

And everyday

She lives out

Another love song

It`s a tearful lament of somebody done wrong

Well how can you miss

What you`ve never possessed

Miss Macbeth

Miss Macbeth

Miss Macbeth

Miss Macbeth