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The streets of Salem were a terrifying sight |
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The witches dancing with the demons in the night |
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Their evil minions watch the town as it's in bed |
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They wish 'em dead, with 'em dead, wish 'em dead |
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Old Rev. Parris knew that something was amiss |
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He felt the evil from a spiritual abyss |
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He knew the time had come to purify the town |
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Hunt 'em down, hunt 'em down, hunt 'em down |
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No time was wasted in assembling a squad |
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This pitchfork army on a mission sent from God |
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No witch was safe from Rev. Parris' brigade |
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Their crusade, their crusade, their crusade |
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"Call the magistrate and don't you wait another minute cuz this |
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Town is going to hell we don't put away the sinnin' and.. |
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We got no time to let a jury have their turn |
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Let 'em burn, let 'em burn, let 'em burn" |
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The damned were crammed into a carriage in the square |
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Their faces battered and their bodies all were bare |
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The Reverend brought 'em to an isolated hill |
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Time to kill, time to kill, time to kill |
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One by one their necks were snapped beneath the cedar tree |
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The spirits vanished and the demons all were freed |
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They dug a hole to hold their devilish remains |
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They were slain, they were slain, they were slain |
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The town was safe from all these wicked dissidents |
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They could continue with their life of innocence |
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Dispensing justice from a higher power.. |
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They built a church atop the spirits and the bones |
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Their moans were heard as they were laying down the stones |
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The witches got revenge beneath that steeple bell |
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They cast a spell, sent the Reverend to hell |
