Wednesday 13 - 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. 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 that when they go wrong And I prefer Godzilla to king-Kong And what you call hell I can 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 Here 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