Roots rock, Medium tempo, alternative, poppy, organic, indie, country, Americana, major, rural, Male vocals, group vocals, acoustic guitar, violin, drums, bass, electric guitar, background vocals
Nah nah nah nah
Nothing changes in a dreary coastal town
Something strange is going down
Behind the curtain
Ancient secrets hidden somewhere underground
Where theyre never to be found
Cant be certain
Read the warning
From a distant drum
Something dark
And wicked this way come
Crooked stranger its misfortune that he brings
To each and every living thing
Within our border
Town officials make their grand and costly plans
But are blood is on the hands of there supporters
No one told me
Thered be nights like these
Spirits dance to haunted melodies
Kerosene and candlelight
Keep us from the dark of night
By the flicker of the flame
Shine on through the morning light
Casting shadows on the wall
God have mercy on us all
Cross your fingers hold your tongue
Something wicked this way comes
Nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah
Weeds grow through the pavement
Here in our hometown
Where the roots dig deeper
Down beneath the surface
Kerosene and candlelight
Keep us from the dark of night
By the flicker of the flame
Shine on through the morning light
Casting shadows on the wall
God have mercy on us all
Cross your fingers hold your tongue
Something wicked this way comes