Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack, all dressed in black, black, black.
She has a knife, knife, knife, stuck in her back, back, back.
She cannot breathe, breathe, breathe. She cannot cry, cry ,cry.
That's why she begs, begs, begs. She begs to die, die, die.
Little angel go away come
again some other day.
Devil has my ear today I'll
never hear a word you say
I sit upon my attic,
having a simple tea party
with these lifeless toys