Siouxsie and the Banshees Something Wicked (This Way Comes)

Something strange is happening

My bones do ache and my ears, they do ring

I could pull and tear my skin


I hear and smell and I want to scream


The whispering and a scratching to be let in

From outside and from within



By the pricking of my thumbs

Something wicked this way comes




There's something evil on the wing
Something wicked is fast approaching

Rushing through a hidden wind


Nothing good is what's in store
It's nothing new and it's rotten to the core



And a-howling at my door



We're dragged helpless in the undertow
The quicksand surround and swallow us whole



By the pricking of my thumbs



Something wicked this way comes



Just around the bend
Rushing on the wind

Here it comes

Here it comes