To hunt a witch, follow this plan
Cut a switch and dress the back of your hand
When your palms begin to itch
That's the scent that attracts a witch
She may come at you
You will never catch her
The pinebox rock
When it starts rockin'
Seal it with a coffin
Yeah the pinebox rock
Pinebox rock
To tempt your fate trace a spell bound
Track the coven to their hallowed ground
Draw blood from your fingertip
Mix it with the essence of the sacred witch
You may find your hunted
Brewing in a cauldron
The pinebox rock
When it starts rockin'
Seal it with a coffin
Yeah, the pinebox rock
Pinebox rock
To catch a witch you must be bold
Stomach strong and attitude cold
Steel nerves that won't heed nature's call
Yeah
She may come at you
You will never catch her
The pinebox rock
When it starts rockin'
Seal it with a coffin
Yeah the pinebox rock
Take the dreaded trip
On a broomstick
Pinebox rock