If you were there, beware the serpent soul pinchers.
350 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 innocence
If you were there, beware the serpent soul pinchers
Can't you sense she was never meant to fill column inches
Haven't 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 a sweetheart out to the point she'll comply
Why?
Leave her on her own, if I'd have known,
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.
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 and she hasn't got it to give
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