Lyrics:
Chorus:
I'll sit outside the Bauhaus drinking ale all through the night
Telling stories that no one understands
With my rocks in my pocket
And my wise and foolish words
I'll tell your fortune if you just give me your hand
With my rocks in my pocket
And my wise and foolish words
I'll tell your fortune if you just give me your hand
You think that I know you
And I've looked into your soul
But the truth is that I'll say the same tomorrow
To another young disciple
Of this mystical and mythical
Invention of a prophet whom you follow
To another young disciple
Of this mystical and mythical
Invention of a prophet whom you follow
(Chorus)
I see the same scenes every night
Boy meets girl and girl meets boy
Boy passes out because he'e been here seven hours
I'm not part of this charade
Too old to play these parlour games
If you need me I'll be claiming mystic powers
I'm not part of this charade
Too old to play these parlour games
If you need me I'll be claiming mystic powers
(Chorus x2)
Lyrics and music by David Fisher
Guitar and vocals by David Fisher
Violin by Richard Scott
Additional guitar by Ben Drummond
Produced by Ben Drummond