Mary Bell, Mary Bell,
you know, she's going straight to Hell.
She sold her soul at ten years old,
and watched with smiles as they grew cold.

Mary Bell, Mary Bell,
killed the boys, enjoyed it well.
She watched them buried in the dirt,
gleeful with her own sick work.

Mary Bell, Mary Bell,
in their deaths she did revel,
until they got her in the stalls
and made her tell them of it all.

Mary Bell, Mary Bell,
now she's sorry for herself.
At the end of all her lies,
only then did Mary cry.