"Possession" 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 out, 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 out, 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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