Did you ask that man
  On the corner for the time of day
  Did he shrug and glance at his wrist and say
  "Dunno, here you go"
  And hand you a fool's gold watch
  I should tell you some sacred stories
  Secret and confound
  But by God you tell me
  That's the point
  Go on and get your fortune told
  Give away your fortune
  You're fortunate enough to have one
  You're morally disconnected
  You seem to be a mistress or some forgotten wallflower
  The clichŠ of an old man's dreams
  The storybook disease
  In a rush to get out and leave
  Mister good for nothing
  Miss disease
  In need of heartache
  Beg now and then
  For a sin to appease
  Beg now and then for a sin to appease