Something Wicked This Way Comes

Something wicked this way comes
I can tell for the wind blows cutting like a razor
My old rusty razor blade

I carry it in my pocket
With this old handkerchief
Given by my grandma when I was 15
She said I was her favorite
Ooh, that made me grieve
I never asked for such responsibility

I just wanted to watch the changing weather
And take notes on my vicious behavior
I wrote you so many letters, so many letters

Times are changing and I'm still waiting
Looking for something, the streets are empty
Something wicked's coming, it's not just a feeling
Yonder goes your past, no further history
So burn down the city, drown your memories
Join the local gang, erase all possibilities
Be there when it comes that something wicked
Hold it by the hand that something wicked

Something wicked this way comes
I can tell for the looks are piercing like needles
Right across my bones
I carry in my pocket
A love letter for you
And a tape I recorded with my favorite tunes
I always thought you'd like it
I thought you'd understand the reasons, the pain

The extraordinary ways
To watch the changing weather
Report my vicious behavior
A letter was not enough, not enough

Times are changing and I'm still waiting
Looking for something, the streets are empty
Something wicked's coming, it's not just a feeling
Yonder goes your past, no further history
So burn down the city, and drown your memories
Join the local gang, erase all possibilities

Be there when it comes, that something wicked
Hold it by the hand, that something wicked
Take it home with ya, that something wicked
Show it to your friends, that something wicked
Put it back to sleep, that something wicked
Nurture what's yours, that something wicked
Be there for it, it is something wicked
You gotta be there for it, that something wicked
Be there for it that something wicked
Put it back to sleep that something wicked