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SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES
When I was just a little boy
My only friend was a broken wind up toy
They said I´m spooky, they said I´m scary
Just because I lived in a house by the cemetery
The other children, they never came around
Afraid to play hide and seek on a burial ground
Memories decoyed by ghostly carnival sound
Not all of those missing kids are found
It´s Alive
Even today I can hear them CRY
I´ve show them hell, I´ve let them FRY
With every heartbeat I still feel them DIE
Feel them DIE
If this old funeral car still RUNS
By the pricking of my THUMBS
Something wicked this way COMES
This way COMES
Daddy shoveled all those graves
Well, he digged his own one of these days
Mommy was a nurse but her baby passed away
Then she moves to the place where the lunatics stay
Home alone I spent my time under the bed
Halloween candys by night of the living dead
As I went out to paint the town deep red
There was no one left to call me a Punkhead
It´s Alive
Even today I can hear them CRY
I´ve show them hell, I´ve let them FRY
With every heartbeat I still feel them DIE
Feel them DIE
If this old funeral car still RUNS
By the pricking of my THUMBS
Something wicked this way COMES
This way COMES
By the pricking of my thumbs
Something wicked this way comes
By the pricking of my thumbs
Something wicked this way comes
By the pricking of my thumbs
Something wicked this way comes
By the pricking of my thumbs
Something wicked this way comes
When I was just a little boy
My only friend was a broken wind up toy
They said I´m spooky, they said I´m scary
Just because I lived in a house by the cemetery
The other children, they never came around
Afraid to play hide and seek on a burial ground
Memories decoyed by ghostly carnival sound
Not all of those missing kids are found
It´s Alive
Even today I can hear them CRY
I´ve show them hell, I´ve let them FRY
With every heartbeat I still feel them DIE
Feel them DIE
If this old funeral car still RUNS
By the pricking of my THUMBS
Something wicked this way COMES
This way COMES
It´s Alive
Even today I can hear them CRY
I´ve show them hell, I´ve let them FRY
With every heartbeat I still feel them DIE
Feel them DIE
If this old funeral car still RUNS
By the pricking of my THUMBS
Something wicked this way COMES
This way COMES
By the pricking of my thumbs
Something wicked this way comes
By the pricking of my thumbs
Something wicked this way comes
By the pricking of my thumbs
When I was just a little boy
My only friend was a broken wind up toy
They said I´m spooky, they said I´m scary
Just because I lived in a house by the cemetery
The other children, they never came around
Afraid to play hide and seek on a burial ground
Memories decoyed by ghostly carnival sound
Not all of those missing kids are found
It´s Alive
Even today I can hear them CRY
I´ve show them hell, I´ve let them FRY
With every heartbeat I still feel them DIE
Feel them DIE
If this old funeral car still RUNS
By the pricking of my THUMBS
Something wicked this way COMES
This way COMES
Daddy shoveled all those graves
Well, he digged his own one of these days
Mommy was a nurse but her baby passed away
Then she moves to the place where the lunatics stay
Home alone I spent my time under the bed
Halloween candys by night of the living dead
As I went out to paint the town deep red
There was no one left to call me a Punkhead
It´s Alive
Even today I can hear them CRY
I´ve show them hell, I´ve let them FRY
With every heartbeat I still feel them DIE
Feel them DIE
If this old funeral car still RUNS
By the pricking of my THUMBS
Something wicked this way COMES
This way COMES
By the pricking of my thumbs
Something wicked this way comes
By the pricking of my thumbs
Something wicked this way comes
By the pricking of my thumbs
Something wicked this way comes
By the pricking of my thumbs
Something wicked this way comes
When I was just a little boy
My only friend was a broken wind up toy
They said I´m spooky, they said I´m scary
Just because I lived in a house by the cemetery
The other children, they never came around
Afraid to play hide and seek on a burial ground
Memories decoyed by ghostly carnival sound
Not all of those missing kids are found
It´s Alive
Even today I can hear them CRY
I´ve show them hell, I´ve let them FRY
With every heartbeat I still feel them DIE
Feel them DIE
If this old funeral car still RUNS
By the pricking of my THUMBS
Something wicked this way COMES
This way COMES
It´s Alive
Even today I can hear them CRY
I´ve show them hell, I´ve let them FRY
With every heartbeat I still feel them DIE
Feel them DIE
If this old funeral car still RUNS
By the pricking of my THUMBS
Something wicked this way COMES
This way COMES
By the pricking of my thumbs
Something wicked this way comes
By the pricking of my thumbs
Something wicked this way comes
By the pricking of my thumbs
