Witch Hunt

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