Something Wicked This Way Comes Wednesday 13

Where do you come from?
The dust
Where will you go to
The grave
Darkness soon falls
Everyone calls
Something wicked this way comes

Stirring up the brewing pot
I like words that rhyme with death
And things that rot
I got a bone to pick but I don't know where to start, baby
There's something wicked, there's something wicked

And I like things that when they go wrong
And I prefer Godzilla to king-Kong
And what you call hell I can home, baby
There's something wicked, there's something wicked

Where do you come from?
The dust
Where will you go to
The grave
Darkness soon falls
Everyone calls
Something wicked this way comes