Lyrics:

Source and seed of misanthropy, is the age of inquisition
Where kings and queens got the power to lay down immoral religions
Pursuit of innocent flesh, shredding of their blood
Plundering and robbing, a thousand natural lusts
Hypnotized by the smell of death, stiff walking to the stake
Amusement, tar and feathers, you are gonna loose your faith
Delivered from the Hell's great fear, spirits lost in gloom
Seek them in their dread abode
Tarred and feathered
Beautiful red-haired ladies, they got put in the pillory
Skinned alive or stoned to death, broken on the wheel
Sanguinary with arms across, the king watched the scenery
Exorcized and quartered in the shambles of sin
Hypnotized by the smell of death, stiff walking to the stake
Amusement, tar and feathers, you are gonna loose your faith
Delivered from the Hell's great fear, spirits lost in gloom
Seek them in their dread abode
Tarred and feathered

Hypnotized by the smell of death, stiff walking to the stake
Amusement, tar and feathers, you are gonna loose your faith
Delivered from the Hell's great fear, spirits lost in gloom
Seek them in their dread abode
Tarred and feathered
Tarred and feathered
Tarred and feathered