Eightball

Eightball

Impossibles (The)
(album: The Impossibles)

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, plastic ball?

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"