Pine Box Derby

To hunt a witch, follow this plan Cut a switch and dress the back of your hand When your palms begin to itch That's the scent that attracts a witch She may come at you You will never catch her The pine-box rock When it starts rockin' seal it with a coffin Yeah the pine-box rock Pine-box rock To tempt your fate trace a spell bound Track the coven to their hallowed ground Draw blood from your fingertip Mix it with the essence of the sacred witch You may find your hunted Brewing in a cauldron The pine-box rock When it starts rockin' seal it with a coffin Yeah the pine-box rock Pine-box rock To catch a witch you must be bold Stomach strong and attitude cold Steel nerves that won't heed nature's call Sharp witted and that's not all Yeah She may come at you You will never catch her The pine-box rock When it starts rockin' seal it with a coffin Yeah the pine-box rock Take the dreaded trip On a broomstick Pine-box rock