Mary Mcbride - "hands Of The Hindoo Clock" Lyrics

The magician on Warren street
Gives tricks at a low price
Kids look up in wonder
never will pay twice

The magician on Warren street
Has wasted black eyes
Butterflies in boxes
Broken wings can't fly fly

Fire bowls burn and sing
Palms read, futures told
In the hands of the Hindoo clock
He'll never get close to anyone
And he'll never, he'll never
he'll never grow old

The magician on Warren street
Puts pins in voodoo dolls
crazy cubes, spirit calls
half hearts and falling balls

The magician on Warren street
only wants to please
white doves, silk scarves
secrets hidden in his sleeve

Look out beyond me
don't cover my eyes
tell me the secrets
inside wayward lies

Look straight ahead
Donít cover my eyes
Tell me the answers
Turn on the light

The magician on Warren Street
Believes in his own lies
Pop eyed poppers, linking rings
double dutch rope ties

The magician on Warren street
Is spinning me around
am I hanging from the rafters
Or underwater now