If you were there, beware

The serpent soul pinchers

Three hundred and fifty no thank yous and nobody flinches

Go on girl go on, give us something gruesome

We require your grief, the thugs help the thieves

As they're trying to rob the words from her gob and

Take the source of the innocents

If you were there, beware

The serpent soul pinchers

Can't you sense she was never meant

To fill column inches

And you've had enough, what you're trying to dig up

Isn't there to be dug, the thieves help the thugs

As they're trying beat the good grace of a sweetheart

Out to the point she'll comply

Why leave her on her own

If I'd have known then I wouldn't have said it

I wouldn't have said it if I would have known

Why leave her on her own

If I predicted tears then I wouldn't have said it

I wouldn't have said it if I would have known

There's a circle of witches, ambitiously vicious they are

Our attempts to remind them of reason won't get us that far

I don't know what it is that they want

I don't know what it is that they want

But I haven't got it to give

She hasn't got it to give