Wicked Sings

There's something wicked in the cellar 
There's something wicked on the stairs 
There's something wicked in the mirror 
But no one in this household cares 

There's something wicked on the doorstep 
There's something wicked in the wings 
There's something wicked in the spotlight 
And this is how wicked sings ... 

It's not in the flesh you'll find poison 
It's down in the pips if you swallow too much 
Salvation's in moderation 
But it's not, so they say, in the touch
 
You can't fall from grace with one little taste 
Believe me I've already tried 
From the juice on my lips 
To the curve of my hips 
I promise you, babe, it's no lie 
 
Chorus 
I've heard that they call me a serpent 
The mother of demons and kind 
A dragon, a raven, a nightmare 
They've never quite made up their minds 
Oh I've got a wingspan and sure I've got claws 
I know how to get things done 
I can see in the dark where I practice my arts 
This is how wicked comes 

So let's weigh the pros and the cons here 
Oh that's right, you can't 
You don't know who you are 
You have all the proper potential 
But that alone won't get you far 
If you wanna see 
What you'll otherwise be 
Your eyes, they've got to be clear 
You've been created to sate not be sated 
Just who is the enemy here? 

Chorus 

There's something wicked in your mind dear 
There's something wicked in your heart 
There's something wicked in us all 
That keeps us from breaking apart 

There's something wicked in defiance 
There's something wicked in control
There's something wicked in awareness 
That we are queens of our souls 

Chorus 

There's something wicked on the doorstep 
There's something wicked in the wings 
There's something wicked in the spotlight 
This is how wicked sings 

Something 
Wicked 
This way comes