Electric 6 Psychic Visions
Uh huh, Oh yeah Uh huh, Oh yeah Uh huh, Uh huh
Truth hurts, yes it does Sometimes I hurt you baby, just because Emotions defaulting on their loans You spend the rest of your days alone, alone
Now she's the queen of the bad dogs She's the rumbling siren in the fog And I'm the king of the submarines Making horrible music for teens
You see me in your psychic visions You feel me in your psychic visions When you're going crazy, Oh yeah
I feel the future in- (Let us trust) side of you, baby
You walk around looking for answers And all the gypsies are stroking romancers Tarot cards and chills to the bone You're crushed under the weight of the great unknown
And she's the queen of the queen bees She's coming on the next jet from Belize I see her dancing in the latin quarter Abbreviations make everything shorter
It's time you feel my psychic visions It's time you see my psychic visions I've had it up to here with your premonitions Sloppy incisions Let's surround ourselves with the worst musicians And write a new song Ah yeah! Ah yeah!
See a shrink if you're having doubt Cause the psalms in your love light Are running out
Gypsy woman, rattle and shake for me Gypsy woman, rattle and shake for me
