Possession

A Bible placed beside the, beside the butter By a farmer of misfortune in the winter A pig heart pinned and set on, set on fire Only panic, superstition, taken quarter Neighbor's daughter sentenced dead Her toes directed downward The washer woman a victim to The village's obsession You, fingers out, and Come on, come and shout Possession, oh, possession Whoa, possession Everyone move, fingers out, and Come on, come and shout Possession, oh, possession Whoa, possession Whoa, possession Whoa, possession Whoa, possession Whoa, possession Whoa, possession Whoa, possession Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live Heard in the halls of Harvard The wonders of the world, unseen Cotton spells woven by Jehovah's brothers No red deer nor raven here Nothing, only craven fear Imps, they are at the teat Thirsty for confession You, fingers out, and Come on, come and shout Possession, oh, possession Whoa, possession Everyone move, fingers out, and Come on, come and shout Possession, oh, possession Whoa, possession Whoa, possession Whoa, possession Whoa, possession Whoa, possession Whoa, possession Whoa, possession The magistrate, New England Moist below him Can you hear the bells? The minister cloaked in black He rings them, yes Hear the bells Ring them straight to hell Whoa, ring the bells Bridget was the first who hung Though she is not the evil one The power of possession, yeah, possession It's those who point that dread the bells, and Hell is what they've chosen That's the power of possession, yeah, possession Ooh