I think I know the evil that you do When you're alone in your room Maybe you're committing mortal sin Well, I'll find out and destroy us from within Burn witch, burn, whoah, oh, oh Don't you know you deserve a speedy trial Burn witch, burn, whoah, oh, oh I the jury find you guilty by a mile Of dirt on your hands and a mouth full of bile So, burn witch, burn The weak and wounded Burnt at the stake I'm fairy sure we must excommunicate you I'm almost certain the cancer is you The way you look, you must be poisonous So, I'll hunt you down to save the rest of us With a plank in my eye, I will see you die For the wound that is the thorn in your side You have done wrong, for that you must be hung Shoot the wounded and bury the witch among the dung Whoah-oh