MIDNIGHT REVOLTA
“SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES”

Wicked eyes 
Fuckin’ scared
And I’m runnin’ from you
Bloody fangs
Somethin’ strange
And it’s comin’ for you

Wicked eyes 
Fuckin’ scared
And I’m runnin’ from you
Bloody fangs
Somethin’ strange
And it’s coming for you

Midnight under the moonlight 
There is a tragedy comin’
Start runnin’ for your life
There is a siren resounding
And it’s black
I can’t see what surrounds me
I need to find a flashlight
My heart is pounding
And there’s no turning back now
Baby, there’s a thing that’s comin’ for you

Not a soul at the police station
Locked outside
Nothing to drive
No telephone
No communication
A small town not ready to die
From hot shit in my varsity jacket
To dead meat as the creature attacks
No daylight
Just a nightmare
A nightmare
A nightmare

I wanna know
Why is there something out there lurking in the dark
I wanna know
Where do we run to
Something wicked this way comes to

Ha
Hahaha
Ha
Hahaha

Hit and run made the front of the paper
Somebody found her buried alive
The tough guy shoving pussies in lockers
Is suspect with an amateur lie
The news shot ‘round the neighborhood diner
Some old folk never seen nothin’ like it
A dipshit gets his high school letter
Kills a girl
Steals her brand new sweater

I wanna know
Why is there something out there lurking in the dark
I wanna know
Where do we run to
Something wicked this way comes to

Ha
Hahaha
Ha
Hahaha

Wicked eyes 
Fuckin’ scared
And I’m runnin’ from you

© 2019 Midnight Revolta

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Something Wicked This Way Comes

Matthew Martindale - Vocals, Guitar
Liam Irwin - Guitar
Nicholas Martindale - Bass
Tim Irwin - Drums