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
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