I need a medicine man stat
somebody to tell me just where I’m at
where I’m going and I’ll leave it at that
cereal box compass don’t work no more
stumbling around in the castle dark
moving uneasy on the groaning floors
opening up all the wrong doors
deep into dungeons with racks awaiting
into rooms of doom
the sound of bagpipes echo throughout
the empty chambers of my mind
I’m too numb to feel how I feel
caught up in this painting of the surreal
down is up and up is down
looking for something to change the scenery
change my fortune, alter my palm
gypsy I’m sure you must be reading it wrong
need to find some fantasia I need it fast
maybe I’ll find it in this reflective brandy glass
need to roll a seven, hit blackjack
hit the long long shot at the racetrack
been holding the losing ticket way too long
