Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Miss Macbeth, artist - Elvis Costello.
Date of issue: 10.06.2012
Song language: English
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 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 |
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 |
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 |
«youre up there enjoying yourself, and I know its wrong» |
Well how can you miss what youve 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 cant 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 |