Lady Macbeth ("Look What You Made Me Do" by Taylor Swift)

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Musical parody based on the Shakespeare play but from Lady Macbethʻs point of view.

LYRICS
Macbeth crossed a misty moor;
Weird sisters, oh, they swore he’d be Thane of Cawdor
Then get the throne and the crown our own!

In his letter he explained how power we’d obtain
And as queen I would reign
I’ll take the bait.
He hesitates…

I’ve got ambition, and this mission is the perfect crime -
And we won’t stop ‘till the king’s dead and Scotland’s crown is mine!
I fear “thy nature” though, you know you are just far too “kind”.
“Screw your courage, to the stick-ing place”!

Ooh, what’s in that witches brew?
The prophecy is true
The prophecy, the prophecy, the prophecy is true

Ooh, We’ve planned a secret coup;
You’d better see it through
You’d better see, you’d better see, you’d better see it through

To Duncan, loyalty I’ll feign
My sweetness hides our blame
We’ll wash away the stains from the plot;
“out, out, damned spot”!

(blood!)

The chamberlains, I got them drunk while Duncan’s in his slumber
“Look like an inn’cent flower but be the serpent under, under”
I would have done the deed but he looked like my father;
“What’s done cannot be undone” - so don’t bother!

You thought you’d not see Birnam Woods march up to Dusinane
The trees are moving and it’s Prince Malcolm and Donalbain!
They said you’d not be killed from any man of “woman born”
But who’d have known it that MacDuff was from his mother, torn!?

Ooh, our power’s overdue
They haven’t got a clue
They haven’t got, they haven’t got, they haven’t got a clue!

Ooh, this deed we can’t undo
We’re feelin’ guilty,too
We’re feelin’ guilt, we’re feelin’ guilt, we’re feelin’ guilty, too

Come on, come on, Spirits, can you “unsex me, here?”
Unlike my husband, I’m showing no fear

Now we’ve got a body in this bloody tragedy
And there’ll be more, ‘cause we’ve got some bad schemes

You’re having trouble sleeping and the paranoia’s clear…
A floating dagger ...visions appear

Time to ambush Banquo on his way to the feast
He’ll never beget that line of kings

I’m sorry, but Banquo can’t come to the banquet right now
Why? Oh, ‘cause he’s DEAD
(a ghost!)

Ooh, Scotland is feelin’ blue
We tyrannize our crew
We tyrannize, we tyrannize, we tyrannize our crew

Ooh, I’m getting deja vu
My hand’s so bloody, EW!
My hand’s so blood, my hand’s so blood, my hand’s so bloody, EW!


Ooh, I think the witches knew
Their prophecy came true
Their prophecy, their prophecy, their prophecy came true

Ooh, it’s time to say Adieu
This “Scottish play” is through!
This “Scottish play” this Scottish play, this “Scottish play” is through