You know what you’re like when Saturn turns left and Pluto collides.
You wake up on your left side.
And when six stars explode at once and there’s a flood on mars twice in one month.
You lose your soul and find you’re alone.
And you know when you tripped and fell. It was because of a wishing well.
And an old man that cursed your name.
And what you’re like on your finest hour, is determined by a greater power.
And I can see what you will lose and what you will gain.
I bumped into an Astrologist imposter he told me how I should die.
He me made me drink his potions so I’d believe his lies.
I bumped into a lonely preacher, he told me how I should live.
He made me drink his wine so my sins he could forgive.