Church - Witch Hunt lyrics

People 'round here say you're a witch

They're intrigued in seeing you roast

They really intend to burn you my friend

I think that's the bit they like most

Wake up baby, the mob are on their way

Howling, growling, they want your blood

They're out to get it today

You had to go and cure the mayor's itch

Then you took care of his clerk

You fixed up John Green and the old bishop's spleen

Put everyone out of work

Wake up baby, oh baby open your eyes

Look around you, this may be your last sunrise