Psychic Lyrics

So the psychic on the lower east side
The pakistani woman with the pretty green eyes
She said its time to choose
Too late to hide
You've got to choose
Choose between lies
Or you can choose truth
But you've got to decide which feels better
When it's next to you
Right by your side
Gotta choose truth
Or you gotta choose lies
It's been paid for in spades
And drinks at the bar
Paid for in feathers
Feathers and tar
Look out the window broken glass in the yard
You think that's what happens when you let down your guard
But things just happen things fall apart
And then all of the king's men have to depart
When things get dicey
There's an open heart
All the king's men have to depart
It's not your husband's move or his hired hand
He uses whips on the horses
He's that kind of man
You pretend he whispers
So you don't take a stand
But there are scars on the flanks
They look like fans
The horses are scared
Their eyes roll white
They ever get loose
They get loose some night
They ever get loose
They'll be gone by light
The horses are scared
Their eyes roll white
The Pakistani women on the lower east side
The psychic with the pretty green eyes
Said it's time to choose
It's too late to hide