Oh no, here we go again
Something's coming over me. Something tells me trouble is on its way
Now I know I've gone too far. Slap your face with my loaded gun
Something wicked comes this way. And I can't stop the things I say
The words they crawl out my lips. And I become afraid of what I'll say
Of what I'll say
Better men have died for less. I blame this burden on loose lips
And I can't help the way I feel. What's the deal? And if you push me, won't I squeal
Something wicked comes this way. And I can't stop the things I say
The words they crawl out my lips. And I become afraid of what I'll say
Of what I'll say
Oh no, I did it. Oh shit, I said it. Oh f*ck, I'm in it and something is coming and it is wicked.
And I can't deny it. I'm wrapped up inside it. It's too late to fight it cause something is coming and it is wicked.
Something wicked comes this way. And I can't stop the things I say
The words they crawl out my lips. And I become afraid of what I'll say
Of what I'll say
Oh no, not again
Oh no, there is something f*cking wicked
And I can't help what I say
What I'll say
What I, what I, what I say
What I, what I, what I say
Something wicked comes this way