you got your I Ching and your yin yang
I got some rocks in my pocket
you believe you have a guardian angel
I stick my fingers in an electrical socket
you read you ouija board by moonlight
you say you can tell me my fate
sit down and place my hands on your planchette
but babe I ain’t got time to wait
it all seems so supernatural
like something from dr. frankenstein
it’s alive it’s alive is all she said
she was coming for my mind
I had to get out of her parlor
I had to break the superstition
she didn’t have to say another word
I was filled with intuition
the curtains flew with a full moon breeze
a wolf howled out on the lonesome prairie
the fog rolled in as I rolled out
had to admit it was pretty scary
still not sure what is was
some kind of psychic precognition
got out to my mystery van
and jammed the keys into the ignition
