The Snitch There's a secret in the water And a neighbor knowing well Watching in too closely And a chance that he would tell Left him wading there With a blade in his back Murder was the message Making curses in disguise Many could be watching But not one to trust to lie They'll be from anywhere And they won't come back Water serves the silent Like a chapel for a corpse Fatal friend, fatal friend The sanctity of secrets Can be silently enforced Down again down again And you'll be deep in there With your family in black.