If you were there, bewarenThe serpent soul pinchersnThree hundred and fifty no thank yous and nobody flinchesnGo on girl go on, give us something gruesomenWe require your grief, the thugs help the thievesnAs they're trying to rob the words from her gob andnTake the source of the innocentsnnIf you were there, bewarenThe serpent soul pinchersnCan't you sense she was never meantnTo fill column inchesnAnd you've had enough, what you're trying to dig upnIsn't there to be dug, the thieves help the thugsnAs they're trying beat the good grace of a sweetheartnnOut to the point she'll complynnWhy leave her on her ownnIf I'd have known then I wouldn't have said itnI wouldn't have said it if I would have knownnWhy leave her on her ownnIf I predicted tears then I wouldn't have said itnI wouldn't have said it if I would have knownnnThere's a circle of witches, ambitiously vicious they arenOur attempts to remind them of reason won't get us that farnI don't know what it is that they wantnI don't know what it is that they wantnBut I haven't got it to givenShe hasn't got it to give