Thank you for your money and I thank you for your call
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Now let me gaze deep into my crystal ball
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And see what the future has in store for you
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I gotta concentrate to clearly let the message come through
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It says you'll win the lottery but lose the ticket
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When your house catches fire and your dog dies in it
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Then again I could be wrong but I never have before
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Push one now if you want to hear more
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Let's see, someone will throw up in your car
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But don't worry 'cause your car will blow up at the mall
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And kill everyone in the area
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And the top of your head'll get a little less hairier
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So give up, take a bath, go to bed
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If you're lucky tomorrow you might wake up dead
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If not, hey what more can I say
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You're outta luck, your life sucks, thanks for callin' have a nice day.
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Love, sex, your future looks bleak
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Your son will be born as a two headed freak
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And then sometime next week, your wife is gonna die
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When she tries to make love to a banana cream pie
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But don't feel bad 'cause you'll fall in love again
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To a beautiful woman with a golden brown tan
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Romance blossoms like a rose it's a thriller
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But her ex-boyfriend will act like a weed killer
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When he pummels your face into the ground so hard
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That you become permanently part of the front yard
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Where there a lawn mower mangles your face
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And scatters your remains all over the place
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Your life means nothing, you're a loser, you're a bore
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So don't bother me with your troubles no more
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You'll be lucky if you live past half-past eight
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You're outta luck, your life sucks, thanks for callin', have a nice day.
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You again? Alright, last time
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You don't have to be psychic to read your mind
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I know about you and your kind it's a crime
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You got a little extra money and a lot of spare time
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You will be greeted by a tall dark man
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With a skull for a face and a sickle in his hand
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The good news, you won't have to worry about germs
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Bad news, now you're lunch for maggots and worms
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But before you bite it, you might wanna know
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That a tumor in your brain is beginning to grow
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But I wouldn't worry about that I would watch where I walk
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'Cause you're gonna get hit by a truck
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Personally I'll be glad when you're gone
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And I hope that you're scattered over my front lawn
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And tomorrow will be even worse than today
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You're outta luck, your life sucks, thanks for callin' have a nice day.
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The Psychic Enemies Network
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