Stay in the shadows

Cheer at the gallows

This is a round up.

This is a low flying panic attack

Sing a song on the jukebox that goes.

Burn the witch

Burn the witch

We know where you live.

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 the song of sixpence that goes.

Burn the witch

Burn the witch

We know where you live

We know where you live.