Lyrics

Wicked.

Something bad is coming, that everyone will like.
Sometimes you just gotta do what's wrong, but feels so right.
Pass me the car keys, 'cause I'm going out tonight,
Something evil this way comes, and it just might start a fight.

I'm feelin' wicked.
Wicked. I'm so wicked,
See what you're doin' to me.

She was a spy for the CIA, he was a spy for Scotland Yard.
They made a pact with the Devil, it wasn't right but it wasn't hard.
It all played out in sweet slow motion, like a Jon Woo movie.
It ended up in complete destruction, saw the whole thing on TV.

They were feelin' wicked.
Wicked. I'm so wicked,
See what you're doin' to me.

He played guitar for the band, but he finally took his leave.
When I first heard him play that thing, it was, driftin' on the breeze.
I can still hear the sound, as if it was yesterday.
As if he was still around, because man, that boy could play.

He was wicked.
Wicked. You're so wicked.
See what your doin' to me.
Wicked. You're so wicked.
See what your doin' to me.