People 'round here say you're a witch
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They're intrigued in seeing you roast
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They really intend to burn you my friend
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I think that's the bit they like most
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Wake up baby, the mob are on their way
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Howling, growling, they want your blood
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They're out to get it today
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You had to go and cure the mayor's itch
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Then you took care of his clerk
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You fixed up John Green and the old bishop's spleen
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Put everyone out of work
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Wake up baby, oh baby open your eyes
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Look around you, this may be your last sunrise
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Witch Hunt
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| The Church |
