Stand in shadows

To the gallows

This is a round up

This is a low flying panic attack

Sing-song the jukebox that goes

Burn the witch

Burn the witch

In a village

Red crosses on wooden doors

And if you float you burn

Loose talk around tables

Abandon all reason

Avoid all eye contact

Do not react

Shoot the messengers

This is a low flying panic attack

Sing a song of sixpence that goes

Burn the witch

Burn the witch

We know where you live

We know where you live