Miss Macbeth Lyrics
| Song | Miss Macbeth |
| Artist | Elvis Costello |
| Album | Spike |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : MacManus | |
| 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 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 colours down the drain | |
| Chorus: | |
| 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 | |
| Well we all should have known when the children paraded | |
| They portrayed her in their fairytales, 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 | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus |
| zuo ci : MacManus | |
| 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 chalkdust | |
| Her fingers sweated indiaink and poisonpen 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 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 colours down the drain | |
| Chorus: | |
| 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 | |
| Well we all should have known when the children paraded | |
| They portrayed her in their fairytales, 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 | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus |
| zuò cí : MacManus | |
| 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 chalkdust | |
| Her fingers sweated indiaink and poisonpen 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 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 colours down the drain | |
| Chorus: | |
| 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 | |
| Well we all should have known when the children paraded | |
| They portrayed her in their fairytales, 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 | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus |
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