A cart rolled through the townnAnd people all aroundnGathered for the burning of the witchnThey grit their teeth in angernThey raise their arms in fearnThe burning stake was-a-ready for that bitchnnSinging Burn her!nBurn her!nBurn her to the ground!nSinging Burn her sins!nBurn her pride!nBurn her till she dies!nnThey tie her to the stakenPeople shout abusenThey want to hear the sizzling of her fleshnShe looks at them and cursesnEach one of them in townnThe execution flame put her to the groundnnSinging Burn her!nBurn her!nBurn her to the ground!nSinging Burn her sins!nBurn her pride!nBurn her till she dies!nnYou cannot see her bodynSmoke is all aroundnAll you hear is the sizzling of her fleshnFire burns so quicklynSmoke begins to clearnPreacher man stood up,nPronounced her deadnnSinging Burn her!nSinging Burn her!. . . nnYeah, singing Burn Her!n