Where do [bad word] from?
 The dust
 Where will you go to
 The grave
 Darkness soon falls
 Everyone calls
 Something wicked this [bad word] 

 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 [bad word] I can home, baby
 There's something wicked, there's something wicked

 Where do [bad word] from?
 The dust
 Where will you go to
 The grave
 Darkness soon falls
 Everyone calls
 Something wicked this [bad word] 

 Where do [bad word] from?
 The dust
 Here will you go to
 The grave
 Darkness soon falls
 Everyone calls
 Something wicked this [bad word] 
 Don't worry I'll hold my breath because the only certain Thing for me is
 Death
 But I'll always dress to depress, baby
 There's something wicked, there's something wicked

 Alice Cooper and G.I Joe, taught me everything I need to know
 And when I hear 'HEY-HO', I scream 'LET'S GO', Baby.
 There's something wicked, there's something wicked

 Where do [bad word] from?
 The dust
 Where will you go to
 The grave
 Darkness soon falls
 Everyone calls
 Something wicked this [bad word]