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recruiting evil in the autumn times of sin
Here comes the circus now to steal your life away, thunder ripping out across the sky
Catch unwary children at their play, by the prickling of my thumbs, a carnival of hate crawling through your mind
A mad collection of broken men, something wicked this way comes, by the prickling of my thumbs
By the prickling of my thumbs, disturb what was a peaceful island of calm
By the prickling of my thumbs, draw the lighning out of my mind
The traveller begs for you his words to heed, a mad collection of broken men Wicked, recruiting evil in the autumn times of sin
Thunder ripping out across the sky, draw the lighning out of my mind
A storm is coming on the horizon, disturb what was a peaceful island of calm, a storm is coming on the horizon
by the prickling of my thumbs
draw the lighning out of my mind
by the prickling of my thumbs
Ten thousand faces driving you insane, by the prickling of my thumbs
something wicked this way comes
to fear the evil thing that he proceeds
Thunder ripping out across the sky, here comes the circus now to steal your life away Assault, by the prickling of my thumbs
Draw the lighning out of my mind, by the prickling of my thumbs, ten thousand faces driving you insane
something wicked this way comes
To fear the evil thing that he proceeds, a carnival of hate crawling through your mind
A mad collection of broken men, disturb what was a peaceful island of calm Wicked, a carnival of hate crawling through your mind
Thunder ripping out across the sky, a carnival of hate crawling through your mind Nuclear, a mad collection of broken men
Thunder ripping out across the sky, by the prickling of my thumbs, a carnival of hate crawling through your mind
Here comes the circus now to steal your life away, by the prickling of my thumbs, the traveller begs for you his words to heed
Catch unwary children at their play, a storm is coming on the horizon Assault, a mad collection of broken men
Catch unwary children at their play, draw the lighning out of my mind
Thunder ripping out across the sky, to fear the evil thing that he proceeds
thunder ripping out across the sky
A mad collection of broken men, a gripping fear that leaves you paralyzed, the house of mirrors is your place of play
The traveller begs for you his words to heed, to fear the evil thing that he proceeds
Draw the lighning out of my mind, something wicked this way comes, something wicked this way comes
Ten thousand faces driving you insane, a gripping fear that leaves you paralyzed Something, a storm is coming on the horizon
Thunder ripping out across the sky, thunder ripping out across the sky Something, thunder ripping out across the sky
Thunder ripping out across the sky, something wicked this way comes
By the prickling of my thumbs, thunder ripping out across the sky
ten thousand faces driving you insane
thunder ripping out across the sky
ten thousand faces driving you insane
the house of mirrors is your place of play
a storm is coming on the horizon
Catch unwary children at their play, something wicked this way comes
Something wicked this way comes, a storm is coming on the horizon
Disturb what was a peaceful island of calm, ten thousand faces driving you insane
By the prickling of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes, thunder ripping out across the sky
Recruiting evil in the autumn times of sin, by the prickling of my thumbs
Something wicked this way comes, draw the lighning out of my mind, catch unwary children at their play
ten thousand faces driving you insane
something wicked this way comes
A mad collection of broken men, a gripping fear that leaves you paralyzed, draw the lighning out of my mind
disturb what was a peaceful island of calm