the woman in blue she s asking for revenge the man in white that s you says he has no friends the river is swollen up with rusty cans and the trees are burning in your promised land and there are no letters in the mailbox and there are no grapes upon the vine and there are no chocolates in the boxes anymore and there are no diamonds in the mine well you tell me that your lover has a broken limb you say you re kind of restless now and it s on account of him well i saw the man in question it was just the other night he was eating up a lady where the lions and christians fight and there are no letters in the mailbox and there are no grapes upon the vine and there are no chocolates in the boxes anymore and there are no diamonds in the mind ah there is no comfort in the covens of the witch some very clever doctor went and sterilized the b and the only man of energy yes the revolution s pride he trained a hundred women just to kill an unborn child and there are no letters in the mailbox oh no there are no no grapes upon your vine and there are there are no chocolates in your boxes anymore and there are no diamonds in your mine and there are no letters in the mailbox and there are no grapes upon the vine and there are no chocolates in your boxes anymore and there are no diamonds in your mine