Lyrics

Friday night I start to think
Sunday would be good to drink
Devil's blood under the moon
Sunday cannot come too soon
 
I go to church with my friends
Long-winded sermons have no end
And my mind starts to wander
To violent deeds calling from yonder
(Let's go Witch Hunting on Sunday...)
 
Dreams of Salem in the night
Purity is my birthright
God why'd you make the earth so small?
The faggots had to ruin it all
(Let's go Witch Hunting on Sunday...)
 
Easy as cake
Some bones will break
Easy as pie
Some boy will cry
 
Easy as cake
Some bones will break
Easy as pie
Some boy will die
 
Destiny is drawing near
My favorite game of Smear The Queer
As my muscles start to tense
Tie the faggot to the fence
(Let's go Witch Hunting on Sunday...)
 
Witch Hunting.