Hunting for witches

I was sitting on the roof of my house with a shotgun
And a six-pack of beer, six-pack of beer, six-pack of beer

The newscaster says the enemy's among us
As bombs explode on the 30 bus
Kill your middle-class indecision
Now is not the time for liberal thought

So I go hunting for witches
I go hunting for witches
Heads are going to roll
I go hunting for

In the Nineties
Optimistic as a teen
Now it's terror
Airplanes crash into towers, into towers, crash into towers

The Daily Mail says the enemy's among us
Taking our women and taking our jobs
All reasonable thought is being drowned out
By the non-stop baying, baying, baying for blood

So I go hunting for witches…

I was an ordinary man with ordinary desire
I watched TV, it informed me
I was an ordinary man with ordinary desire
There must be accountability
Disparate and misinformed
Fear will keep us all in place

So I go hunting for witches…

I was an ordinary man…