Em If you were there, beware C The serpent soul pinchers Em C Three hundred and fifty no thank yous and nobody flinches Em Go on girl go on, give us something gruesome C We require your grief, the thugs help the thieves Em As they're trying to rob the words from her gob and C Take the source of the innocents If you were there, beware the serpent soul pinchers Can't you sense she was never meant to fill column inches Ain'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 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 Em D# Em D# Em D# Em D# There's a circle of witches, ambitiously vicious they are Em D# Em D# Em D# Em D# Our attempts to remind them of reason won't get us that far Em D# Em D# I don't know what it is that they want Em D# Em I don't know what it is that they want D# Em D# Em But I haven't got it to give D# Em D# Em She hasn't got it to give | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsC D# Em |