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 clich?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