my names macbeth
and wen its nite
or wen the moon
is shiyning brite
and to their sleep
the men do cling
i stay up latei stab the king
who wouldst thought
that one man could
have been so full
of all that blood
my names macbeth
and wen its nite
or wen the moon
is shiyning brite
and to their sleep
the men do cling
i stay up latei stab the king
who wouldst thought
that one man could
have been so full
of all that blood