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A Witch
by Carman

Party's over, shut it down, I'm huntin' for someone y'all
He's a lyin' thievin' rattlesnake and he's broken every law
He's terrorized the lives of men and he's under arrest
Because I've been sent with a warrant from the body of Christ
Well, tell me what it says then, "Satan, bite the dust!"

Every one of you unclean spirits
I'm runnin' you outta town, depression, strife
Disease and fear, your posse's goin' down
Boy, last tenderfoot who
Talked that big we sent him home in a box

But I know who I am through Jesus Christ
So I talk to you demons like dogs
Satan you coward, you molester of souls, I command you to appear
You're hidin' from the presence of God but
I can feel your fear from here

You rattled my chain, boy, long enough, you
Got something in your craw?
A praying church wants you to know, know what?
Your kingdom's gonna fall
There's gonna be trouble here tonight

'Cause I represent a whole new breed of Christian of today
And I'm authorized and deputized to blow you clean away
I've got a message to deliver from One who's true and just
We'll spit in your eye you father of lies
Satan, bite the dust!

Boy, you gonna take me on and my unholy herd?
Not only take you on, but take you out by the Spirit and the Word
One by one you'll drop like flies under foot and in the ground
Because greater is He who is in me
Than the snake I'm starin' down

You demon of alcoholism, you'll be the first to go
There's deliverance from you through Jesus Christ, so, hit the road!
You spirit of infirmity you ain't welcome here no more
We lay hands on the sick and they recover so, out the door!

You demon of false religion you've preyed on minds so simple
I bind the spirit of your songs, so el kabong! Play that in your temple!
Now Satan you're next in line, I'm gonna hit you where it hurts
'Cause I'm tired of you in my family and I'm tired of you in my church

I'm not my own, I'm bought with a price, I'm a Holy Ghost filled man
And I'm tollin' the bell of your eternal destruction 'cross the land

'Cause I represent a whole new breed of Christian of today
And I'm authorized and deputized to blow you clean away
I've got a weapon with two bullets that overcome all sin and crud
One bullet is called the word of my testimony
And the other one's called The Blood
Satan, bite the dust!

Bite the dust!
Well how do you feel about that, devil?
I'm afeelin' mighty low
Good!

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Peermusic Publishing
Written by: BRIAN KEITH THOMAS, DOMINIC LICCIARDELLO

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