Burn the witches, burn the witches, don't take time to sew your stitches. Burn the witches, burn the witches. Good is the thing that you favor, evil is your sour flavor. You cannot sedate all the
those hands against hot steel Not having to worry about the in-speed. Thedogma of in-speed of labor. Oh then they put damn free down there. The way they smell, the way they smell. And here I gotta be