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?
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