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       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       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