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 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