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
Siouxsie & The Banshees - Something Wicked Lyrics
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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
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
Writer: Peter Clarke, Steven Bailey, Susan Ballion
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Performed By: Siouxsie & The Banshees
Language: English
Written by: Peter Clarke, Steven Bailey, Susan Ballion