(or "How I Got Into the Martyr's Mirror)
In 1510 I met a man who changed my life for good Since I believed what he told me the town asked for my blood You see I did not realize the words which he had said Had angered several cardinals and now they want my head
Chorus: For I'm a heretic, a heretic And if they find me they will bind me to a great big stick For I'm a heretic, a heretic And they will surely burn me and the flame will claim me quick
It is such fun, I'm on the run now every day and night While dodging cries of "Blasphemer!" and hiding from the light The underground's a stylish place, it is the life for me Until the soldiers find the house and then it's time to flee
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The dungeon's dark and very stark, but I am not dismayed For now I know I'm glory bound, just as I'd hoped and prayed The martyr's ranks I'm now to join, I'm happy as can be My place in history's reserved, right on page ninety-three
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