Possession

 
  C 
A Bible placed beside the beside the butter 
     Gm                          C 
By a farmer of misfortune in the winter 
  C 
A pig heart pinned and set on set on fire 
     Gm                        C 
Only panic, superstition taken quarter 
 

 
C                   Bb 
Neighbor's daughter sentenced dead 
    F              D# 
Her toes directed downward 
     C             Bb 
The washer woman a victim to 
    F            D# 
The village's obsession 
 

 
C 
You, fingers out and 
C 
Come out, come and shout 
    Gm                             C 
Possession, oh, possession oh, possession 
         C 
Evryone move, fingers out and 
C 
Com on, come and shout 
    Gm                             C 
Possession, oh, possession oh, possession 
 

 
       Bb   Am 
Oh, possession 
       Gm   F 
Oh, possession 
       C 
Oh, possession 
       Bb   Am 
Oh, possession 
       Gm   F 
Oh, possession 
       C 
Oh, possession 
 

 
C 
Thou shall not suffer a witch to live 
Gm                    C 
Heard in the halls of Harvard 
C 
The wonders of the world, unseen 
       Gm                        C 
Cotton spells woven by Jehovah's brothers 
 

 
C               Bb 
No red deer nor raven here 
   F         D# 
Nothing only craven fear 
C             Bb 
Imps they are at the teat 
    F           D# 
Thirsty for confession 
 

 
C 
You, fingers out and 
C 
Come out, come and shout 
    Gm                             C 
Possession, oh, possession oh, possession 
C 
Evryone move, fingers out and 
C 
Com on, come and shout 
    Gm                             C 
Possession, oh, possession oh, possession 
 

 
       Bb   Am 
Oh, possession 
       Gm   F 
Oh, possession 
       C 
Oh, possession 
       Bb   Am 
Oh, possession 
       Gm   F 
Oh, possession 
       C 
Oh, possession 
 

 
G# D#                         A# F 
     The magistrate, New England moist below him 
         C 
Can you hear the bells? 
G# D#                     A# F 
     The minister cloaked in black, he rings them 
     C                         A#             D# D 
Yes, hear the bells, ring them straight to hell 
    F              G# 
Oh, ring the bells 
 

 
C 
Bridget was the first who hung though she is not the evil one 
    Gm                          C 
The power of possession yeah possession 
     C 
It's those who point that dread the bells and hell is what they've chosen 
           Gm                           C 
That's the power of possession yeah possession