text: If you were there, beware the serpent 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, the thugs help the thieves
  As theyre trying to rob the words from her gob and
  Take the swords to the innocents
  If you were there, beware the serpent soul pinchers
  Cant you sense she was never meant to fill column inches
  Aint you had enough? What youre trying to dig up
  Isnt there to be dug; the thieves help the thugs
  As theyre trying to beat the good grace of a sweetheart
  Out to the point shell comply
  And why leave her on her own?
  If Id have known then I wouldnt have said it
  I wouldnt have said it if I would have known
  Why leave her on her own?
  If I predicted tears then I wouldnt have said it
  I wouldnt have said it if I would have known
  Theres a circle of witches, ambitiously vicious they are
  And our attempts to remind them of reason wont get us that far
  But I dont know what it is that they want
  I dont know what it is that they want
  But I havent got it to give
  And she hasnt got it to give