Crystal Balls Lyrics


Born under a bad sign

A crescent moon

The masked magician (and he's serpent kissing)

An eye of newt

Summoning

Whatever the fuck

Low level spells (from the nine foul hells)

I bought for a buck

I can't come up with

Any more of this stuff

It gets real hard

It gets real tough

Part man

Part machine

Keeping the streets safe

Keeping them clean

Titanium alloy

Around a human heart

Killed by an asshole

And his counterparts

Where is my house?

Where is my wife?

I want it to end

Not my marriage, my life

Six million dollars is fine

For a gun at the base of his spine

What do you mean it makes more sense

To put a fucking gun in the side of his thigh?