Madam Sasha: Fortune Teller
I went to see Madam Sasha to get my fortune told,
She said hold on baby I don't want your gold,
Sasha look in your crystal ball, tell me what do you see,
She said I see a great big star dying, to break free
(Give it to me Mojo...yeah, I'm a do that baby)
She said,
Your sister was a fast talker with a secret to keep,
Your brother was a thinker, he ran very deep,
Your grandfather made moonshine in the muddy Mississippi,
Your third cousins were from a clan of gypsy thieves
Chorus:
Madam Sasha, tell me what's next in my life,
Don't just sit there staring if you don't want to take a ride,
Fortune teller, are you going to show me the way,
Will you keep talking in circles, instead of shooting straight
(solo)
Sasha, trace the lines on my hand, where do they end,
Atop a mountain, where you can see but not feel the Promised Land,
Can you hear me, can you feel me, can you bring back the dead?
That's when all of the long-lost relatives appeared and said:
You got a song and a dance, but they don't understand,
You're like a loaded pistol, ready to fire at any man,
You keep doing what you've been doing, they'll get it in the end,
Are you ready to make a deal, yeah, strike up the band
Chorus:
Madam Sasha, tell me what's next in my life,
Don't just sit there staring especially if you don't want to take a ride,
Fortune teller, are you going to show me the way,
Or will you keep talking in circles, instead of shooting straight
Madam Sasha, fortune teller
(repeat)