23 October 2012
I'm a pretend psychic, I'd pretend to read your palm I'd tell you what you want to hear its wrong but wheres the harm I pretend to see the spirits and pretend to see the dead I google your information then tell you your grandad's name was Fred I say my dads a warlock and I was raised by a witch If you haven't got any cash on you, it's ok I take switch I do readings in the pub, 'psychic night at The Bell' I just speak bollocks for an hour and not one person will tell I wail like a banshee and roll my eyes in the back of my head Then look you straight in the eye and say 'I know your grandad's dead' 'He's standing right in front of me he wants to say hello' All bollocks of course, but how low can I go I've got no morals as long as you have the cash I could do with some special effects, like some smoke and a flash You might be thinking to yourself 'How do you sleep at night' And my answer would be nice and cosy thank you and wrapped up nice and tight.
Night night
A Load Of Bull • Opuss № I