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    Circus Contraption / Lyrics

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    "Marshmallows and a Holy Bible" Lyrics

    Circus Contraption

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    Welcome, Lords and Ladies; Tarts and Trollopes; Friars and Flagellants
    As we open this glorious season of killing, in Jesus' name

    Reach into the Crypt, for there your future lies
    Free you from your past, and all your human ties
    Happy little larval friends will dine upon your skin
    We'll pocket your gold teeth before we notify your kin

    Bury you beneath the shade of the old hanging tree
    Burn you at the stake and then we'll dance in ecstasy
    Purified by fire, you see, the truth shall set you free
    We'll feel better when we know you're there eternally

    We're roasting a witch on a stick
    It makes me dance three quarter time
    I heard she had a heretic stick
    And that as proof for me is fine

    Oh, but it gives me such glee
    I'm so glad it's her and not me
    Bring your marshmallows and your holy bible
    We're roasting a witch on a stick

    Now push forward, don't be shy
    We've a big crowd of the faithful today
    There are bushels of rotten fruit and vegetables out back of the pyre
    So help yourselves, we need your support

    Open your fine muscles then we'll pour the boiling oil
    Scream out your confession, shuffling off this mortal coil
    What's healing you is saintly work, God knows how the priests toil
    But we'll feel better when you're safe and six feet in the soil

    Can't allow the sacrilege, you took His name in vain
    All blasphemers pay the price for doing deeds for vain
    Put you on the rack and then we stretch you 'til you pop
    Know that once you tasted blood it's hard to make it stop

    We're roasting a witch on a stick
    It makes me dance three quarter time
    I heard she had a heretic stick
    And that as proof for me is fine

    Oh, but it gives me such glee
    I'm so glad it's her and not me
    Bring your marshmallows and your holy bible
    We're roasting a witch on a stick

    This is the two o'clock immolation, the two o'clock immolation
    Only ticket holders for the two o'clock immolation
    Will be allowed in the town square

    Stack your limbs on wooden pipes and scatter them around
    Out to the distant corners of the pious little town
    Don't let a small dismemberment go and get you down
    Last week we tied one to a stone, in the lake we watched her drown

    We're roasting a witch on a stick
    It makes me dance three quarter time
    I heard she had a heretic stick
    And, you know, that as proof for me is fine

    Oh, but it give me such glee
    I'm so glad it's her and not me
    Bring your marshmallows and your holy bible
    We call it a ritual, we never say tribal
    It's simply a matter of reverend survival
    We're roasting a witch on a stick
    This song was submitted on September 3rd, 2015 and last modified on September 16th, 2016.
    Thanks to PrimaryXylem for the contribution to this song.
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