Lyrics:

Named after Ray Bradbury’s 1962 novel Something Wicked This Way Comes, ten years later BSP named an album after another Bradbury work.Where the ancient oak leaf clusters grew, the death's-head hawkmoth flew
And something wicked this way comes
The swallow is depicted there along your fuselage
And something wicked this way comes
I'm not waiting for you
I'm not waiting for you
I'm not waiting for you
It's breaking up, it's getting far away
I used to know what I wanted to say
Please remove your field grey coverall
Your works of nature are unnatural
Are unnatural
Are unnatural
Well, the lake was clear as crystal, the best tea I've ever had
And something wicked this way comes
It starts with love for foliage and ends in camouflage
And something wicked this way comes
I'm not waiting for you
I'm not waiting for you
I'm not waiting for you
It's breaking up, it's getting far away
I used to know what I wanted to say
Please remove your field grey coverall
Your works of nature are unnatural
It's breaking up, it's getting far away
I used to know what I wanted to say
Please remove your field grey coverall
Your works of nature are unnatural
Are unnatural
Are unnatural
Are unnatural
Are unnatural

I'm not waiting for you
I'm not waiting for you