Truth hurts, yes it does Sometimes I hurt you baby, just because Emotions defaulting on their loans You spend the rest of your days alone, alone Now she's the queen of the bad dogs She's the rumbling siren in the fog And I'm the king of the submarines Making horrible music for teens You see me in your psychic visions (psychic visions) You feel me in your psychic visions (psychic visions) When you're going crazy, Oh yeah I feel the future in (let us trust) Side of you, baby You walk around looking for answers And all the gypsies are stroking romancers Tarot cards and chills to the bone You're crushed under the weight of the great unknown And she's the queen of the queen bees She's coming on the next jet from Belize I see her dancing in the latin quarter Abbreviations make everything shorter It's time you feel my psychic visions (psychic visions) It's time you see my psychic visions (psychic visions) I've had it up to here with your premonitions Sloppy incisions Let's surround ourselves with the worst musicians And write a new song Ah yeah! (psychic visions) Ah yeah! (psychic visions) See a shrink if you're having doubt Cause the psalms in your love light Are running out Gypsy woman, rattle and shake for me Gypsy woman, rattle and shake for me