Album: The Sound of Pseudoscience
They came from somewhere with the look
Like the service treats them well
They put their evil eye to work
'Cause they thought you couldn't tell
But some there's savvy to your simple fool
And their benevolence can be so cruel
You heard their voices in reverse
So you got some things confused
You couldn't separate the facts
From the things they said were true
So now you're stuck between the dead and dying
And that's the trouble with just killing time
You turned the tables on their work, but the clock was overdue
They're gonna hit you where it hurts
But you don't know what to do
Because the sucker-punch is still implied
And that's a comfort that you couldn't find
The risk of running out of luck
Is the fortune-tellers' blues
They tried to tear you from your fate
But they never had a clue was it your culture that couldn't buy?
Or is their fortune in just killing time?
Don't tell me that they're doing it to save your life
Don't sell them what they're due until they treat you right
You put the pieces all together, to watch them come unglued
The temperamental taste of the occidental palate
Led the forces of their finance to force it in your face
They never stopped to wonder if your pride was still at stake
There's no telling what you do to get to sleep at night
They're too jealous of your decency to be polite