Impossibles Eightball
I hold the future in my fingertips My destination races across her lips It's no surprise, it's just what it predicts My fate is sealed shut by the dice it picks So I shook my magic eightball (woah oh oh) And I posed an inquiry (inquiry) And my future began to surface (woah oh oh) Outlook not so good, most likely not, my sources say no It is without a doubt hard to figure out this magic ball What gives it it's mojo powers, and makes it so mystical Is it the faith of over a million kids who find it believable? Or is it a bunch of four-sided dice trapped in a black plastic ball?
