The tarot is fate, said the Gypsy Queen
And she beckoned me, to glimpse my future she'd seen
She said "Try [bad word] away, don't know what to do
Do you feel it's real do you believe it's [bad word] 
When I lay the card down will it turn up the fool?
Will it turn up sorrow? Is there one there for you?"

For whom the bell tolls, it tolls for me
For whom the bell tolls, it tolls for me

Illusions are real, and the dreams that you feel
 [bad word] back to you and voice the scream in your ear
She said "Try [bad word] away, don't know what to do
Do you feel it's real do you believe it's [bad word] 
When I lay the card down will it turn up the fool?
Will it turn up sorrow? Is there one there for you?"

For whom the bell tolls, it tolls for me
For whom the bell tolls, it tolls for me