No One Mourns the Wicked feat. Andy Nyman,Courtney-Mae Briggs,Jeff Goldblum,Sharon D. Clarke,Jenna Boyd

歌詞

Good news! The Witch, she's dead! Come out, come out, she's gone! Good news She's dead The Witch of the West is dead The wickedest witch there ever was The enemy of all of us here in Oz Is dead Good news Good news Look! It's Glinda! Let us be glad Let us be grateful Let us rejoicify that goodness could subdue The wicked workings of you-know-who Isn't it nice to know? That good will conquer evil? The truth we all believe'll by and by Outlive a lie For you and- No one mourns the Wicked No one cries, "They won't return" No one lays a lily on their grave The good man scorns the Wicked Through their lives, our children learn What we miss when we misbehave And Goodness knows the Wicked's lives are lonely Goodness knows the Wicked die alone It just shows, when you're wicked You're left only on your own Yes, Goodness knows the Wicked's lives are lonely Goodness knows the Wicked cry alone Nothing grows for the Wicked They reap only what they've sown Miss Glinda Why does Wickedness happen? That's a good question Are people born Wicked? Or do they have Wickedness thrust upon them? After all, the Wicked Witch had a childhood She had a father, who by the way, had been appointed Governor of Munchkinland I'm off to the assembly, dear And she had a mother, as so many do How I hate to go and leave you lonely That's alright, it's only just one night But know that you're here in my heart While I'm out of your sight And, like every family, they had their secrets Have another drink, my dark-eyed beauty I've got one more night left here in town So have another drink of green elixir And we'll have ourselves a little mixer Have another little swallow, little lady And follow me down And one thing led to another, as it so often does No! But from the moment the witch was born, she was, well, different It's coming Now? The baby is coming Oh, and how! I see a nose I see a curl It's a healthy, perfect, lovely, little- Oh! Oh! Sweet Oz! Oh! How can it be? What does it mean? It's uncanny It's obscene Like a froggy, ferny cabbage The baby is unnaturally Green Take it away Take it away! And so, it couldn't have been easy No one mourns the Wicked Now, at last, she's dead and gone Now, at last, there's joy throughout the land And Goodness knows Goodness knows We know what Goodness is Oh, ooh Goodness knows the Wicked die alone She died alone Woe to those (Woe to those) Who spurn what Goodnesses They are shown No one mourns the Wicked Good news No one mourns the Wicked Good news No one mourns the Wicked Wicked Wicked