Eightball Lyrics

I hold the future in my fingertips

My destination races across her lips

It’s no surprise it's just what it predicts

My fate is sealed shut by the dice it picks!



So I shake my magic eightball

and I posed an inquiry

and my future began to surface:

"Outlook not so good", "most likely not", "my sources say no"



It is, without a doubt, hard to figure out this magic ball

What gives it its mojo powers, and makes it so mystical?

Is it the faith of over a million kids who find it believable?

Or is it a bunch of four sided dice trapped in a black plastic ball?



So I shake my magic eightball

and I posed an inquiry

and my future began to surface:

"Outlook not so good", "most likely not", "my sources say no"