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Thank you for your money and I thank you for your call Now let me gaze deep into my crystal ball And see what the future has in store for you I gotta concentrate to clearly let the message come through It says you'll win the lottery but lose the ticket When your house catches fire and your dog dies in it Then again I could be wrong but I never have before Push one now if you want to hear more Let's see, someone will throw up in your car But don't worry 'cause your car will blow up at the mall And kill everyone in the area And the top of your head'll get a little less hairier So give up, take a bath, go to bed If you're lucky tomorrow you might wake up dead If not, hey what more can I say You're outta luck, your life sucks, thanks for callin' have a nice day Love, sex, your future looks bleak Your son will be born as a two headed freak And then sometime next week, your wife is gonna die When she tries to make love to a banana cream pie But don't feel bad 'cause you'll fall in love again To a beautiful woman with a golden brown tan Romance blossoms like a rose it's a thriller But her ex-boyfriend will act like a weed killer When he pummels your face into the ground so hard SongtexteThat you become permanently part of the front yard Where there a lawn mower mangles your face And scatters your remains all over the place Your life means nothing, you're a loser, you're a bore So don't bother me with your troubles no more You'll be lucky if you live past half-past eight You're outta luck, your life sucks, thanks for callin', have a nice day You again? Alright, last time You don't have to be psychic to read your mind I know about you and your kind it's a crime You got a little extra money and a lot of spare time You will be greeted by a tall dark man With a skull for a face and a sickle in his hand The good news, you won't have to worry about germs Bad news, now you're lunch for maggots and worms But before you bite it, you might wanna know That a tumor in your brain is beginning to grow But I wouldn't worry about that I would watch where I walk 'Cause you're gonna get hit by a truck Personally I'll be glad when you're gone And I hope that you're scattered over my front lawn And tomorrow will be even worse than today You're outta luck, your life sucks, thanks for callin' have a nice day Aus Songtexte Mania