Witnesses

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.