Psychic Visions - Electric Six

Uh-huh.

Oh yeah

Uh-huh.

Oh yeah

Uh-huh.

Oh yeah

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 a fog

And I’m the king of the submarines

Making horrible music for teens

You see me in your psychic visions (Psychic visions)

You feel me in your psychic visions (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 (Psychic Visions)

It’s time you see my psychic visions (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!

(Psychic visions)

Ah yeah!

(Psychic visions)

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