Something Wicked This Way Comes - Wednesday 13

Where do you come from?

The dust

Where will you go to?

The grave

Darkness soon falls

Everyone calls

Something wicked this way comes.

Stirring up the brewing pot,

I like words that rhyme with death

And things that rot,

I got a bone to pick but I don’t know where to start, baby.

There’s something wicked, there’s something wicked

And I like things when they go wrong

And I prefer Godzilla to king-Kong

And what you call hell I call home, baby

There’s something wicked, there’s something wicked

Where do you come from?

The dust

Where will you go to

The grave

Darkness soon falls

Everyone calls

Something wicked this way comes

Where do you come from?

The dust

Where will you go to?

The grave

Darkness soon falls

Everyone calls

Something wicked this way comes

Don’t worry I’ll hold my breath

Because the only certain thing for me is death

But I’ll always dress to depress, baby

There’s something wicked, there’s something wicked

Alice Cooper and G. I Joe, taught me everything I need to know

And when I hear 'HEY-HO', I scream 'LET'S GO', Baby.

There’s something wicked, there’s something wicked

Where do you come from?

The dust

Where will you go to?

The grave

Darkness soon falls

Everyone calls

Something wicked this way comes

Where do you come from?

The dust

Where will you go to?

The grave

Darkness soon falls

Everyone calls

Something wicked this way comes

Where do you come from?

The dust

Where will you go to?

The grave

Darkness soon falls

Everyone calls

Something wicked this way comes

Where do you come from?

The dust

Where will you go to?

The grave

Darkness soon falls

Everyone calls

Something wicked this way comes

Where do you come from?

The dust

Where will you go to?

The grave

Darkness soon falls

Everyone calls

Something wicked this way comes