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 the 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 a fog,
And I'm the king of the submarines,
Making horrible music for teens
You’ll see me in your psychic visions, (psychic visions)
You’ll feel me in your psychic visions, (psychic visions)
When you go 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 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, (psychic visions)
It's time you see my psychic visions, (psychic visions)
I'm up to here with your premonitions,
Your sloppy incisions,
Let's surround ourselves with the worst musicians
And write a new song,
Oh yeah! (psychic visions)
Oh yeah! (psychic visions)
See a shrink if you're having doubt,
Cause the psalms in your love light
Are running out
Oh, yeah, uh!
Gypsy woman, rattle and shake for me,
Gypsy woman, rattle and shake for me
Uh, uh
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