It's a tearful lament of somebody done wrong
You're up there enjoying yourself, and I know
Now the chalk on the wall says, "That somebody saves"
Well, how can you miss what you've never
We try to walk upright when we can't even crawl
And everyday she lives out another love song
And everyday she lives out another love song
There is a hungry hanging tree
They portrayed her in their fairy tales, sprinkling deadly nightshade

Miss Macbeth, Miss Macbeth
Even a scapegoat must have someone to hate

And she whispers to it tenderly then sticks it on a pin
Well how can you miss what you've never
Well, we all should have known when the children paraded
That somebody's face has just been washed off the pavement
That she said, "Went white as he could do"
Just below your bedroom window

Then doubled over in pain

To beat out a tattoo on the ceiling
With no redemption at all
Her eyes were black like first foot coal

You can hear her take a broom
Her fingers sweated India ink and poison pen letters
As confetti bled it's colors down the drain

And it might be coincidence but a boy down the lane

It's wrong well how can you miss what you've never
But was she really evil, was she only pantomime?
Into a puzzle where petrol will be poisoned by rain
Possessed Miss Macbeth Miss Macbeth
Possessed Miss Macbeth
And as they tormented her, she rose to the bait
And everyday, she lives out another love song
Clutched as white as chalk dust
Possessed Miss Macbeth, Miss Macbeth

Sometimes people are just what they appear to be
Miss Macbeth saw her reflection
Her bloodless face ran red inside
Miss. Macbeth has a gollywog, she chucks under the chin
It's a tearful lament of somebody done wrong