Marshmallows and a Holy Bible
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Welcome Lords and Ladies; Tarts and Trollope; Friars and Flagellants
As we open this glorious season of killing, in Jesus' name
Reach into the Crypt, for there your future lies
Free you from your past, and all your human ties
Happy little larval friends will dine upon your skin
We'll pocket your gold teeth before we notify your kin
Bury you beneath the shade of the old hanging tree
Burn you at the stake and then we'll dance in ecstasy
Purified by fire you see
The truth will set you free
We'll feel better when we know you're there eternally
We're roasting a witch on a stick
It makes me dance three quarter time
I heard she had a heretic stick
And that does it for me just fine
Oh, but it gives me such glee
I'm so glad it's her and not me
Bring your marshmallows and your holy bible
We're roasting a witch on a stick
Now push forward, don't be shy
We have a big crowd of the faith today
There are bushels of rotten fruit and vegetables out back of the pyre
So help yourself, we need your support
Open your fine muscles then we'll pour the boiling oil
Scream out your confession, shuffling off this mortal coil
What's healing you is saintly work
God knows how the priests toil
But we'll feel better when you're safe and six feet in the soil
Can't allow the sacrilege
You took his name in vain
All blasphemers pay the price for doing deeds for vain
Put you on the rack and then we stretch you 'til you pop
Know that once you've tasted blood it's hard to make it stop
We're roasting a witch on a stick
It makes me dance three quarter time
I heard she had a heretic stick
And that does it for me just fine
Oh, but it gives me such glee
I'm so glad it's her and not me
Bring your marshmallows and your holy bible
We're roasting a witch on a stick
[Instrumental Break]
This is the two o'clock immolation, the two o'clock immolation
Only ticket holders for the two o'clock immolation will be allowed in the town square
Stack your limbs on wooden pipes and then scatter them around
Out to the distant corners of the pious little town
Don't let a small dismemberment go and get you down
Last week we tied one to a stone in the lake and watched her drown
We're roasting a witch on a stick
It makes me dance three quarter time
I heard that she had a heretic stick
And you know, that does it for me just fine
Oh, but it gives me such glee
I'm so glad it's her and not me
Bring your marshmallows and your holy bible
We call it a ritual, we never say tribal
It's simply a matter of reverend survival
We're roasting a witch on a stick
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