I'm running from the bullets
I'm the ungrateful son
I am the perfect target
So just get you a gun
Go and get yourself a gun
Go and get a gun
Go and get yourself a gun
Go and get a gun
Run run Mister
Run Mister run
Faster than a bullet fired from a gun
Run run Mister
Run Mister run
Something wicked
Something wicked this way comes
My Mama always told me
Just get away from drugs
Don't hang around with bad girls
No sex, no fun, no hugs
Go and get yourself a gun
Go and get a gun
Go and get yourself a gun
Go and get a gun
Run run Mister
Run Mister run
Faster than a bullet fired from a gun
Run run Mister
Run Mister run
Something wicked
Something wicked this way comes
I'm walking down the alley
Rain dripping from my head
I watch the dead men walking
A dead man walking with the dead
Go and get yourself a gun
Go and get a gun
Go and get yourself a gun
Go and get a gun
Run run Mister
Run Mister run
Faster than a bullet fired from a gun
Run run Mister
Run Mister run
Something wicked
Run run Mister
Run Mister run
Go and get a gun
Faster than a bullet fired from a gun
Run run Mister
Run Mister run
Go and get a gun
Something wicked
Run run Mister
Run Mister run
Go and get a gun
Faster than a bullet fired from a gun
Run run Mister
Run Mister run
Go and get a gun
Something wicked
Something wicked this way comes