Karla Anderson

Lyrics

Something Wicked
Performed by: Labia Minora
Songwriters: Karla Anderson
© Betty Black Music

Under the fog of a yellow moon
Beneath the headstones and black balloons
Something wicked parts the earth
Claws its way through the leaves and the dirt

Lock your windows, better lock your doors
We’re not among the living anymore
Take my hand, get ready to run
Grab your Bible and a gun

The air is thick with the smell of fear
And the crackling of sound, it’s getting near
Something wicked fills you with dread
This is the night of the living dead

Dark shadows, could it be?
Something wicked could be me
The end is here, but it’s just begun
Bring your Bible and a gun

Double, double, toil and trouble
Fire burn and cauldron bubble
For a charm of powerful trouble
Like a hell-broth, boil and bubble

The air is thick with the smell of blood
Tore his heart out of his chest and I threw it in the mud
Sliced him open, ripped out his guts
True love makes the deepest cuts

Something wicked dancing on the floor
You’re not among the living anymore
Take my hand, this could be fun
Grab your Bible and a gun

Something wicked this way comes
Something wicked you can’t outrun
Take my hand, let’s have some fun
Bring your Bible and gun