Witch Hunt (Part III of Fear) [Live]

The night is black without a moon
The air is thick and still
The vigilantes gather on
The lonely torchlit hill

Features distorted in the flickering light
The faces are twisted and grotesque
Silent and stern in the sweltering night
But mob moves like demons possesed
Quiet in conscience, calm in their right
Confident their ways are best

Oh-oh-whoa
Oh

The righteous rise with burning eyes
Of hatred and ill-will
Madmen fed on fear and lies
To beat, and burn, and kill

They say there are strangers who threaten us
In our immigrants and infidels
They say there is strangeness, too dangerous
In our theatres and bookstore shelves
Those who know what's best for us
Must rise and save us from ourselves

Quick to judge, quick to anger
Slow to understand
Ignorance and prejudice
And fear, walk hand in hand



Credits
Writer(s): Geddy Lee, Neil Peart, Alex Lifeson
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