Lyrics

Stubbing out progress where seeds are sown Killing off anything that's not quite known Sitting around in a nice, safe home Waiting for the witch hunt. Idle plans for the idol rich Knitting the economy, not dropping a stitch Destroying anything that doesn't quite fit Waiting for the witch hunt. Still living with the english fear Waiting for the witch hunt, there Always living with the english fear Waiting for the witch hunt, there. Changing your course for another way You better stop that or be willing to pay Never mind son you'll come around some day Under pressure from the witch hunt.
Writer(s): Wayne Shorter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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