Will I cough up a fur ball when reading the tabloids
Just put it on my visa
I watch Kung-Fu B movies and shave my armpits
My brain is a sewer
Where you dump your garbage
Read me, psychic man and tell me who I am
And bleed me, psychic man, I know you understand
My brain is a sewer
I don’t watch lesbian porno
Just put it on my visa
‘Til your dead
Where you dump your garbage
I like Star Trek and Brad Pitt
Read me, psychic man and tell me who I am
Where you dump your garbage
You make it up so easy
Yeah, bleed me, psychic man, I know you understand
Read me, psychic man and tell me who I am
Just put it on my visa
My brain is a sewer
Will I meet a new boyfriend
Or will I be porked by Martians and bare their children?
You make it up so easy
Reach through the phone there, Bud
Bleed me, psychic man, I know you understand
Doctors’ pulled my gerbil?
Just put it on my visa
Yeah, bleed me, psychic man, I know you understand
Will I marry a redneck, will publisher’s
Clearing house drop off a big check?
Read me, psychic man and tell me who I am
I’ll reflect some evil to your head
You make it up so easy
Will I befriend a trailer and die a smoker?
Are you Vulcan, can you meld with me?
