Hangin' Witches

Death is black
Caution is yellow
When they hang you
You'll feel pretty mellow

Hale didn't want you to die
John Proctor, the adulterer
Your wife can't save you
It all started with Abigail, your lover

If only the Puritans had changed their ways
Then maybe you wouldn't be
Hanging on the noose
On display for everyone to see