Witnesses get fed and pampered, not killed. Witnesses know a great deal.
Witnesses will tell us all one day One day – if they’re not gobbled up. They’ll show us the place - the treasure-house - Where they’ve been hiding all our brides.
Witnesses will show us the path And they’ll gather the codes to unlock The place where Cinderellas swap slippers for boots And unfaithful wives fake their orgasms.
We want so badly to believe them, To raise them up, hold their hand And not shake. Click your fingers and check That it’s ended: So grab him! Go on!
Witnesses get fed and pampered, not killed. Witnesses know a great deal.
Witnesses get fed and pampered, not killed. Witnesses know a great deal.