Where does your misfortune grow?
From a humble house
With a cross burning slow
You fear she will challenge your throne
You did the dirt
And it's selling like gold
10 fingers, 10 toes point
But not a damn one back at you
It's your fault, you fall apart
The problem is in you
Burn the witch
Or stone and rope to bind her soul
Sink or swim
And watch the truth drown below
You search the hills
Swift and true
Look outside yourself
For it cannot be you
The town gather as slender ensures
Not long 'til she's cursed
Not long 'til she's through
You've done the work of a saint
With the devil's hand
With cauldron gossip you pray
To restore this land
Holy and dead
Holy and dead
Remember the plank?
You've got a tree instead
Burn the witch
Or stone and rope to bind her soul
Sink or swim
And watch the truth drown below
Burn the witch!
Ha ha ha!
Burn the witch!
Ha ha ha!
This will all be over soon
She's melting through
But your
Your dark clouds still remain
So grab another one without a name
Burn the witch
Or stone and rope to bind her soul
Sink or swim
And watch the truth drown below
Burn the witch
Or stone and rope to bind her soul
Sink or swim
Burn the witch!
Ha ha ha!
Burn the witch!
Ha ha ha!