At high noon the Witch will be burned at the stake! we will see heads turn, hips bend, limbs break! we will watch as the coarse flame is reflected in her eyes! we will show no mercy as she dances and writhes!
She gets what she deserves, this evil-doing trickster even now as her lips boil and her skin begins to blister she slipped to our children a candied liquid elixir it made them delirious, it ****** with their minds now they've formed an army and are coming up from behind They mean to save her, these once-innocent children we only had about twenty now they number one million
The fire burns through her chest, blouse and britches we even hired the court's jester to keep us all in stiches Let the fire burn free, give it no restrictions for today we burn a Witch with the purest of intentions but what exactly what her crime was I believe I've failed to mention
She ordered us to think, for ourselves one and all and now at death's brink, out to the devil she doth call She shouts at him with pleasure as her black heart succumbs to flame He approaches at his leisure, he's no amateur at this game He gathers her from the post, right before she dies he tastes the flesh of roast, feasting on his prize right before he left, he peeled off both her eyelids and flicked them to the crowd, we devoured them in silence.