The 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