Ipswich

Drag me down to the water
And hold me down until I'm full
Until I struggle no longer
Until I've drowned in my sinful will
Bound my hands to the stake
And set fire to the ground below
Watch my skin bubble and burn
Beneath the rising smoke
And you may kill me now
And you may hurt me so
But I will haunt you til the end is nigh
And you may hunt me down
And you may turn me cold
But I will haunt you til the day you die
The day you die
Chase me down through the fields
You got your hooves and I got my bare heels
Chop of my head to show the world
That I am no ordinary girl

You may kill me now
And you may hurt me so
But I will haunt you til hte end is nigh
And you may hunt me down
You may turn me cold
But I will haunt you til the day you die
The day you die
Hunting for witches
Hunting for witches
Hunting for witches
Hunting down those bitches
You may kill me now
You may hurt me so
But I will haunt you til the end is nigh
And you may hunt me down
And you may turn me cold
But I will haunt you til the day you die
The day you die
The day you die
The day you die
The day you die