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 firewood

Fan the flames with a little lie

Then turn your cheek until the fire dies

The skin it peels like the truth away

What is was I will 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