title witch hunt

author rush
Copyright © 1998 by Jean-Frederic Vachon (7thson@compuserve.com)

The night is black
Without a moon
The air is thick, and still

The vigilantes gather on
The lonely torchlit hill

Features distorted in the flickering light
The faces are twisted and grotesque
Silent and stern in the sweltering night
The mob moves like demons possessed
Quiet in conscience, calm in their right
Confident their ways are best oh

The righteous rise
With burning eyes
Of hatred and illwill

Madmen fed on fear and lies
To beat, and burn, and kill

They say there are strangers, who threaten us
In our immigrants and infidels
They say there is strangeness, too dangerous
In our theatres and bookstore shelves
those who know what's best for us
Must rise and save us from ourselves

Quick to judge
Quick to anger
Slow to understand

Ignorance and prejudice
And fear
Walk hand in hand

Witch Hunt (Rush)
Soft karaoke
Words
Alex Lifeson
Geddy Lee
Neil Peart
Synth
Vocals
Chimes
Bells
Add. toms
Synth 2
Synth 3
Sequenced by
Jean-Frederic Vachon
jfvachon@oricom.ca
jfvachon@yahoo.com