If you were there beware the serpant 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 for thugs and the thiefs   As they're trying to rob the words from her gob   And take the source of the innocence   And if you were there beware the serpant soul pinchers   You can't you said she was never meant to fill column inches   And you had enough what you're trying to dig up isn't there to be dug   The thiefs and the thugs   As they're trying to be the digger graves of her sweet heart    and to the point she'll comply   And I leave her on her own   If I'd of known then I wouldn't have said it   I wouldn't have said it if I'd have known   And I leave her on her own   If I predicted tears then I wouldn't have said it   I wouldn't have said it if I had known      There's a cirlce of witches ambitiously vicious they are   And our attempts to remind them of reason wont 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