Mary Bell

Girls and boys come out to play
Girls and boys come out to play
M-A-R-Y B-E-L-L go to hell, hell
Play a game you’re too young to spell

His little hands, his little fists
He has no one, he won't be missed
It's fun you see, but anyway
We all will die, somehow, someday
But boys don't cry and girls don't kill
But I’m like her and yes, I will
I know his dad just wants to see
It’s M like Mary, it’s M like Me

Girls and boys come out to play
I like hurting little things that can't fight back
Girls and boys come out to play
I pushed up his lungs and squeezed his neck

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I will be back to kill this one
Shut your mouth, don't tell no one
I'll make you beg, I'll make you bleed
And then you'll rest under the weeds

Girls and boys come out to play
I like hurting little things that can't fight back
Girls and boys come out to play
I pushed up his lungs and squeezed his neck
M-A-R-Y B-E-L-L go to hell, hell
I pushed up his lungs and squeezed his neck

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La la la la la
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