作词 : TURNER, ALEX
If you were there, beware,
the serpent soul pinches
Three hundred and fifty no-thank-you's 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 serpent soul pinches
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 digger graves of her sweetheart
And 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 had known

Ahh ahh ahh...

There's a circle of witches,
ambitiously vicious they are
And our attempts to remind them of reason
won't get us that far
And 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.


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