Songtext von Eightball

Hi we're The Impossibles from Austin, Texas I hold the future in my fingertips My destination races across her lips It's no suprise, it's just what it predicts My fate is sealed shut by the dice it picks So I shake my magic eightball (whoa) And I post an inquiry (inquiry) And my future begins to surface (whoa) "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 it's 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 shitty dice trapped in a black, plasticball? So I shake my magic eightball (whoa) And I post an iquiry (inquiry) And my future begins to surface (whoa) "outlook not so good", "most likely not", "my sources say no" So I shake my magic eightball (whoa) And I post an iquiry (inquiry) And my future begins to surface (whoa) "outlook not so good", "most likely not", "my sources say no"