Lookout, Lookout.

"Mary, Mary-belle within a bird-cage cell, all your neighbors know what your mother sells. But you carved out a name; you carved out a name for yourself. Lookout, lookout. Lookout, lookout. Lookout, lookout. Lookout, lookout. Lookout, lookout there are murders about. Guinea pig in a twisted mouth, through a hole to the railway, and Brian’s face down. Keep your wits. He will not be missed. He didn’t have a family to begin with. Lookout, Lookout."