Everything you've got is mine

And you won't get away with it this time

I'm comin' for you with a wooden stake

Nail you right through your heart

and up to your gate

Ding-dong, the witch is dead

Come out of your house, uncover your head

Dang-dong, this crooked soul

Hanged himself on rock 'n' roll

I mean

what kind of kid were you when you were a kid?

What kind of man would do what you did?

What kind of life

did you think you were gonna live

when everyone in town put a price on your head?

Ding-dong, the witch is dead

Come out of your house, uncover your head

Dang-dong, this crooked soul

Hanged himself on rock 'n' roll

The mob sang as the pitchforks rang

And the torch flames swang up

to light the way ahead

He fled in the darkness and dread

And the tower it bled

till it trembled and swayed

And he fell straight to Hell

and there he stayed

He fell straight to Hell

and there he stayed