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 it 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