Witch Hunt — текст песни (Church, The)

People `round here say you`re a witch
They`re intrigued in seeing you roast
They really intend to burn you my friend
I think that`s the bit they like most
Wake up baby, the mob are on their way
Howling, growling, they want your blood
They`re out to get it today
You had to go and cure the mayor`s itch
Then you took care of his clerk
You fixed up John Green and the old bishop`s spleen
Put everyone out of work
Wake up baby, oh baby open your eyes
Look around you, this may be your last sunrise