Siouxsie & 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
