They’re afraid of the dark, imagine that
Come on mother, I want you to meet my friend!
(Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn)
[Marilyn Manson:]
Burn the witches, burn the witches
Don’t take time to sew your stitches
Burn the witches, burn the witches
Good is the thing that you favor, evil is your sour flavor
You cannot sedate all the things you hate
(Burn, burn, fucker)
Burn your bridges, burn your bridges
Don’t take time to sew your stitches
Burn your bridges, burn your bridges
Good is the thing that you favor, evil is your sour flavor
I don’t need your hate, I decide my fate
You cannot sedate all the things you hate
(Burn, you fucker, burn, you fucker)
Good is the thing that you favor, evil is your sour flavor
I don’t need your hate, I decide my fate (Burn, fucker)
You cannot sedate, all the things you hate
I don’t need your hate, I decide my fate
(Burn, you fucker, burn, you fucker)
[Hope Nicholls:]
Burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it
Burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it
Burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it
[Marilyn Manson:]
Burn the witches, burn the witches
Don’t take time to sew the stitches
Burn the witches, burn the witches (Burn it, burn it, burn the witches)
Burn, burn, fucker
Burn, burn, fucker
Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, fucker