Witches' Hill

A jealous neighbor heard an old wives tale
 Found evidence in my garbage pail
 (Marching down the dirt road)
 In the distance drumbeat funeral durge
 Singing songs I've never heard
 (Marching down the dirt road)
 I'm a grandma sitting in a rocking chair
 Getting high off the midnight air
 Heard the children cry
 "Gram, ya best get out of here"
 I didn't know what the fuss was all about
 'Til the lynching mob began to shout
 I watched them burn my whole life down
 Ancient remedies on the rumor mill
 Carried me to Witches' Hill
 If we're born to die and we live to kill
 Then march me down
 The dirt road to Witches' Hill
 They laid my best friend down on a bed of fire
 She slept to jeers and cheers beneath the pyre.
 (Marching down the dirt road)
 "If she kicks and screams she's lived too long
 It's the evil spirits that made her strong"
 (Marching down the dirt road)
 Dust devils twirl in the bone dry wind.
 Gnarled cactus, lizard's grin
 In the sun seared slopes, I'll be living in
 Till you kept raising the stakes