Here come the language meaniesnThey don't speak a wordnPicture pretty conflictsnAnd they will love yr worknnI'm not superstitiousnbut maybe I'm losing my mindn'Cos I just met these wonderful witchesnWho seem to have captured timennMellow realismnThe pleasures of peacenBackstages of prisonnYr wink is my releasennI'm not here to fuck upnBut I just wanna saynThat if you just don't shut up soonnI'll have to quit the playnnHere come the language meaniesnHere comes the party linenCan you say b-e-d spells bed?nCan you say it to my eye?nnI'm not superstitiousnBut maybe I''m losing my faithn'Cos I just met these wonderful witchesnwho seem to have captured space