Church - Witch Hunt Lyrics
People round here say youre a witchTheyre intrigued in seeing you roastThey really intend to burn you my friendI think thats the bit they like mostWake up baby, the mob are on their wayHowling, growling, they want your bloodTheyre out to get it todayYou had to go and cure the mayors itchThen you took care of his clerkYou fixed up john green and the old bishops spleenPut everyone out of workWake up baby, oh baby open your eyesLook around you, this may be your last sunrise