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


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