If bạn 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 they're trying to rob the words from her gob and
Take the nguồn of the innocents

If bạn were there, beware
The serpent soul pinchers
Can't bạn 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 đã đưa ý kiến it
I wouldn't have đã đưa ý kiến it if I would have known
Why leave her on her own
If I predicted tears then I wouldn't have đã đưa ý kiến it
I wouldn't have đã đưa ý kiến it if I would have known

There's a vòng tròn 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