Same old crime, different time Too many a life she did loot And now it’s mine to face the rime Not hard to compute: She’s getting the boot
I put on my hangman’s suit Get ready for my stage debute I yearn to burn, to scratch this itch My fellow victims remain mute, But I know they too desire the fire “Burn the witch, burn the witch!” Ditch the bitch, that ho’s got to go And my hand’s holding the torch
I light ‘ the woodpile, send her off upstyle Replay our every mile before she ’came hostile Stare at the floor for a while, shake my head… And then I mildly smile: “Not too long now ‘til you’re dead” I look up and watch my baby scorch
