Lyrics
A Bible placed beside the, beside the butter
By a farmer of misfortune in the winter
A pig heart pinned and set on, set on fire
Only panic, superstition, taken quarter
Neighbor's daughter sentenced dead
Her toes directed downward
The washer woman a victim to
The village's obsession
You, fingers out, and
Come on, come and shout
Possession, oh, possession
Whoa, possession
Everyone move, fingers out, and
Come on, come and shout
Possession, oh, possession
Whoa, possession
Whoa, possession
Whoa, possession
Whoa, possession
Whoa, possession
Whoa, possession
Whoa, possession
Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live
Heard in the halls of Harvard
The wonders of the world, unseen
Cotton spells woven by Jehovah's brothers
No red deer nor raven here
Nothing, only craven fear
Imps, they are at the teat
Thirsty for confession
You, fingers out, and
Come on, come and shout
Possession, oh, possession
Whoa, possession
Everyone move, fingers out, and
Come on, come and shout
Possession, oh, possession
Whoa, possession
Whoa, possession
Whoa, possession
Whoa, possession
Whoa, possession
Whoa, possession
Whoa, possession
The magistrate, New England
Moist below him
Can you hear the bells?
The minister cloaked in black
He rings them, yes
Hear the bells
Ring them straight to hell
Whoa, ring the bells
Bridget was the first who hung
Though she is not the evil one
The power of possession, yeah, possession
It's those who point that dread the bells, and
Hell is what they've chosen
That's the power of possession, yeah, possession
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