Текст песни Something Wicked This Way Comes - Adriano Cintra , Barbara Ohana
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
fifteen
She
said
I
was
her
favorite
And
oooh,
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
A
tape
I
once
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
To
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,
drown
your
memories
Join
the
local
gang,
erase
all
possibilities
Be
there
when
it
comes
Hold
it
by
the
hand
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
- that
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
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