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 The thugs help the thieves As they're trying to rob The words from her gob And take the swords To the innocents And if you were there, beware The serpent soul pinches Can't you sense 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 thieves help the thugs As they're trying to beat The good grace of her sweetheart Out 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 have known 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 But she hasn't got it to give