Witchfinder General
I'm coming to get you
Yeah, I'm coming to take you away
You witches are evil
You worship the devil
So listen to what I say
Come peacefully from out (of) your huts
Or I'll have you witches pray
Must destroy you
Play and toy you
And watch you wither away
Who's coming to get you?
He's coming to take you away!
Find you guilty witch woman,
'Cos I am the Witchfinder General
The trial's begun and people come
From many towns around
Find them guilty just to please me
And feed them to a hound
Bite their brains and cut their veins
Strike them to the ground
Insult their bodies till they're dead
Let the soil be their surround
Who's coming to get you
Yeah, I'm coming to take you away
Find you guilty witch woman,
'Cos I am the Witchfinder General
Well, he picks us up, he knocks us down
He says he hates our slang
He plays with us like pawns in chess
Come on let's get a gang
If your girl is tight, he'll take his bite
Say "Witch with evil mange."
So if you've hope, let's grab a rope
And watch that bastard hang
Well you think you can beat me
Hang me completely
You should know better than that
I'll take your wenches
Lie them on the benches
Feed them to a rat
And if you try me
Even deny me
I'll beat you, you're a pratt
So come on folks
Don't try provoke, 'cos
To me you're a fragile gnat
Well I'm the Witchfinder General
Yeah, I'm coming to take you away
You witches are evil
You worship the devil
So listen to what I say
Come peacefully from out (of) your huts
Or I'll have you witches pray
Must destroy you
Play and toy you
And watch you wither away
Who's coming to get you?
He's coming to take you away!
Find you guilty witch woman,
'Cos I am the Witchfinder General
The trial's begun and people come
From many towns around
Find them guilty just to please me
And feed them to a hound
Bite their brains and cut their veins
Strike them to the ground
Insult their bodies till they're dead
Let the soil be their surround
Who's coming to get you
Yeah, I'm coming to take you away
Find you guilty witch woman,
'Cos I am the Witchfinder General
Well, he picks us up, he knocks us down
He says he hates our slang
He plays with us like pawns in chess
Come on let's get a gang
If your girl is tight, he'll take his bite
Say "Witch with evil mange."
So if you've hope, let's grab a rope
And watch that bastard hang
Well you think you can beat me
Hang me completely
You should know better than that
I'll take your wenches
Lie them on the benches
Feed them to a rat
And if you try me
Even deny me
I'll beat you, you're a pratt
So come on folks
Don't try provoke, 'cos
To me you're a fragile gnat
Well I'm the Witchfinder General
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Writer(s): Paul Tavey, Phil Cope
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