If tu 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 fuente of the innocents

If tu were there, beware
The serpent soul pinchers
Can't tu 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...

Last night these two bouncers
And one of em's alright
The other one's the scary one
His way o no way, totalitarian
He's got no time for you
Looking o breathing
How he dosen't want tu to
So step out the queue
He makes examples of you
And there's nowt tu can say
Behind they go through to the bit where tu pay
And tu realize then that it's finally the time
To walk back past ten thousand eyes in the line
And tu can swap jumpers and make another move
Instilled in your brain you've got something to prove
To all the smirking faces and the boys in black
Why can't they be pleasant?
Why can't they have a laugh?...