• Mrs. Murder has a lot of dirt on her shoulders
    Brushes it off, takes a bow to the crowd,
    shows off her magic tricks and jokers,
    the Jack of Spades disappears, cheering's loud.
    She snaps her fingers, and her helper appears;
    The masked magician's little 'damsel', young in years;
    She steps down into a long wooden box,
    Mrs. Murder grabs chainsaw and fastens the locks.
    A cut through the middle and the crowd is wild!
    A cut through the bottom and none pity the child.
    A cut through the top and the floor's bloody-tiled.

    A second glance - Mrs. Murder has red on her teeth,
    A false magician with false magic, luring sheep,
    And in the end all that they do is weep.

    An accident, of course, it must be so;
    heaven forbid if we reap what we sow?