Written by Supergrass



Well they found the body down on Brecon Beacons

There were tiny tears on the cheeks of witches

Well the jury's all still out

About the sad and strange account

And now the fear grows in the minds of people

As the fires burn in the darkest reaches

Well the jury's all still out

About the sad and strange account

Of a lonely girl from the Brecon Beacons

It's retubution from the supernatural

You better watch out cos they're coming to get you, woo



Well she took her last gasp as the town was sleeping

While the finger pointed to a local policeman

Well the jury's all still out

About the sad and strange account

Of a lonely girl from the Brecon Beacons

It's retubution from the supernatural

You better watch out cos they're coming to get you

When the stars are out there's nowhere to run

You can't hide from the witches of Brecon



She's the Duchess



It's retubution of a spiritual nature

You'd better watch out cos they're coming to get you, woo