They've put a horseshoe in the ground At the heart of  Paisley's Maxwell town They say that it will keep us safe That the tortured souls will be kept at bay Tormented in their final moments At a time when common lacked any sense of knowing Those in power had decreed  That consorting with Satan Was a sinful folly On the say of a very small girl A band of locals Lost their all What hideous mind decided that Anyone Cursed by deceit Faithful to witchcraft Don't talk pish Its strange how the beliefs of some folks is formed Through time and in future The end surely comes Heracy rules by the acceptance of culture's Evolving too slowly to keep up with time Rest easy Witches and continue to sleep The world has been turning around for so long  Who decides whats right or wrong Who can tell us that our ideas are false who can prove in the existence of god Or in him cast out by the fiery wr...