From Hell To Breakfast

I do have a plan Don’t think I don’t Cause you’d be mistaken I woke up thinking And I go to bed thinking And I write it down I got little pieces of paper Scattered from hell to breakfast They’re everywhere And one of them, Maybe two Are going to make me rich So don’t you worry about thing All your troubles is through Now cast off your childish ways And come on up to the house For I can read between the lines And there are secret messages in pictures You just have to know how to read them I can teach you because I have a shine It won’t be long before I make my play And take all the money from the gamblers Las Vegas don’t scare me They just hustlers. I’m the real thing. I am clairvoyant. I can see the future Never mind about no stock market That’s child’s play Let me see your hand child I can read the lines The truth can’t hide from me Do you know where I put my tarot cards?