If you were there, beware the serpent soul pinchers
Three-hundred and fifty "No, thank you"s 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 innocence

If you were there, beware the serpent soul pinchers
Can´t you sense she was never meant to fill column inches
Ain´t you 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

And 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
But 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
And she hasn´t got it to give