Lyrics

It was 1692, things were goin' fine,
Till someone ate some mushrooms or maybe smoked a vine.
The townsfolk were trippin’, they couldn’t think straight,
Believin’ all the witches were behind every gate.
Old woman’s cat stared a little too long,
So they burned her at the stake and sang a fearful song.
They saw witches in shadows, witches in bread,
But it was just the LSD messin’ with their heads.
They saw shapes in the air, felt a twist in their spine,
Claimed the Devil’s laughin’, but it was just bad wine.
The truth was so clear, if they’d only looked right,
It was all just a trip, man, it was one bad night!
Blame it on the bad batch, it was all a mistake,
The witches they burned were just caught in the quake.
They saw demons and ghosts and shadows so tall,
But it was just some acid, man, that's all!
Blame it on the bad batch, don’t trust the brew,
Those witches weren’t witches, just people like you.
They thought they were cursed, they thought they were hexed,
But really they just ate some questionable checks!
A girl saw her neighbor turn into a crow,
Said, “She’s a witch!” and the town said, “Let’s go!”
They accused every woman, every child and man,
‘Cause they saw the Devil’s hand in the shape of a pan.
They danced ‘round the fire, thought they were flyin’ high,
Screamin’ at the moon, they thought they touched the sky.
But the truth’s comin’ clear now, just hold tight,
Those ‘witches’ just had some bad trips that night!
They felt the world changin’, they felt the shift,
But it was just their senses startin’ to drift.
The Devil, the witches, the whole damn show,
Was just the effects of the herb they didn’t know!
Blame it on the bad batch, it was all a mistake,
The witches they burned were just caught in the quake.
They saw demons and ghosts and shadows so tall,
But it was just some acid, man, that's all!
Blame it on the bad batch, don’t trust the brew,
Those witches weren’t witches, just people like you.
They thought they were cursed, they thought they were hexed,
But really they just ate some questionable checks!
Now history’s written, but the truth stays behind,
A bad batch of herbs, that twisted their mind.
Maybe if they’d stopped, and just had a chat,
They’d have realized the witchcraft was a really bad hat.
So next time you’re trippin’, and things get too strange,
Remember the witches were caught in a range,
Of paranoia and fears that got out of hand,
It wasn’t the Devil—it was a bad batch of sand.