Magpie, magpie, leave me alone
I’ve a wife and a child at home
Find your own way little bird
This ain’t that you thought I heard
This ain’t that that you deserve
I read the book and I found the way
I picked the feather from the devil and he say
“Matthew” but that is not my name
“Matthew” but that is not my name
That is not my name, that is not my name
There’s men that I’ve cursed and there’s women that I’ve killed
But there’s children that I’ve loved and there’s bridges that I’ve built
Enter the man with the wand in his hand
The tooth and the crack and the wonky top hat
And say “Magpie, magpie, how can you tell”
I’ve been twenty-three years here by myself
And all of my friends have been looking so green
Like grass looking over from a great bloody stream
Saying “Life is often likely to”, I say “No way, fuck that, I’m a suicide cat”
Magpie, magpie, the devil and his wife,
Settling down for dinner for a glass of the red wine
One say “This is bitter pie”, I say “I serve you rightly, deciding in time”
I visit nightly deciding the crime
Life is often likely to if a bird as black as that has been following you
Say magpie, magpie, how can you tell
Magpie, magpie, join me in hell
With all of the murders and all of the birds
I shit you not Britain, ha, you’ll get what you deserve!