Wednesday 13 - Something Wicked This Way Comes Lyrics
Where do you come from?The dustWhere will you go toThe graveDarkness soon fallsEveryone callsSomething wicked this way comes.Stirring up the brewing pot, I like words that rhyme with deathAnd 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 wickedAnd I like things that when they go wrong And I prefer Godzilla to king-Kong And what you call hell I can home, babyThere's something wicked, there's something wickedWhere do you come from?The dustWhere will you go toThe graveDarkness soon fallsEveryone callsSomething wicked this way comesWhere do you come from?The dustHere will you go toThe graveDarkness soon fallsEveryone callsSomething wicked this way comesDon't worry I'll hold my breath because the only certain Thing for me isDeathBut I'll always dress to depress, babyThere's something wicked, there's something wickedAlice Cooper and G.I Joe, taught me everything I need to knowAnd when I hear 'HEY-HO', I scream 'LET'S GO', Baby.There's something wicked, there's something wickedWhere do you come from?The dustWhere will you go toThe graveDarkness soon fallsEveryone callsSomething wicked this way comesWhere do you come from?The dustWhere will you go toThe graveDarkness soon fallsEveryone callsSomething wicked this way comesWhere do you come from?The dustWhere will you go toThe graveDarkness soon fallsEveryone callsSomething wicked this way comesWhere do you come from?The dustWhere will you go toThe graveDarkness soon fallsEveryone callsSomething wicked this way comesWhere do you come from?The dustWhere will you go toThe graveDarkness soon fallsEveryone callsSomething wicked this way comes
