segunda-feira, agosto 27, 2007
I just might post some of the musics going on 'round 'ere
If you were there beware the serpant 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 swords to the innocents
And if you were there beware the serpant 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 thiefs 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 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 cirlce of witches ambitiously vicious they are
And our attempts to remind them of reason wont 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
