Witch Hunt

If you’re scraping by
On spuds or rice
On the budget of a mouse
Or a room inside a house
That should be condemned
Then the strangled cries
As the dollar falls
That echo through the town
Mean that if you’re out
They’ll also kick you down

It’s time to spill some blood
Our witch hunt is on
Who better to sacrifice?

So the people cry
That they’re hard done by
With their houses, boats, and cars
And they whine and moan
About spending and restraint
So the government tries
To turn the public eye
To a problem barely there
So the real tax-grab
Bums can avoid their stare

It’s time to kick some butt
Our witch hunt is on
And who better to sacrifice?

So they send out spies on the welfare rolls
And they catch a few that they brand as cheats
People who can barely make it through the month
Make their life worse hell, is it worth the cost?

It’s time to kick some butt
Our witch hunt is on
And who better to sacrifice?
It’s time to kick some butt
The witch hunt is on
And who better to sacrifice?