Burn the Witch

Holding hands, skipping like a stone

On our way, to see what we have done

The first to speak, is the first to lie

The children cross their hearts and hope to die

Bite your tongue

Swear to keep your mouth shut

Ask yourself, will I burn in Hell

Then write it down and cast it in the well

There they are the mob it cries for blood

To twist the tale into fire wood

Fan the flames with a little lie

Then turn your cheek until the fire dies

The skin it peels, like the truth away

What it was, well, I would never say

Bite your tongue

Swear to keep, keep your mouth shut

Make up something

Make up something good

Holding hands, skipping like a stone

Burn the witch, burn to ash and bone

Burn the witch, burn to ash and bone

Burn the witch, burn to ash and bone