Ticker tape parades 
Embalmed in napalm 
[bad word] for power 
In the belly of the beast 
Disneyland debutantes 
Table dance for dollars 
While Silicone soldiers wear Versace fatigues 

And everyday I look I see the devil in the mirror 
And everyday I look I see the devil in the mirror 
I've been blinded by illusion 
Perfection can't be attained 

That's why 
Ouiga won't you tell the future? 
Roast the pigs with pineapples and smiles and tenderness 

Poison a chicken 
And it will predict the future 
Hellhounds and witches are sniffing at my door 
Over the borders we've been trading human skin 
And everyday I look I see the devil in the mirror 

And everyday I look I see the devil in the mirror 
And everyday I look I see the devil in the mirror 
I've been praying to bleeding statues dining with these hungry ghosts 

That's why 
Ouiga we don't want to tell the future 
Roast the pigs with pineapples and smiles and tenderness 

You've got a chip on your shoulder 
There's a target on my chest 
I've got a secret that I'm dying to confess 
There's a chip on my shoulder 
There's a target on my chest 
I've got a secret that I'm dying to confess 
I've been blinded by the future 
Present life cannot sustain 

That's why 
Ouiga we don't want to tell the future 
Roast the pigs with pineapples and smiles and tenderness