Revolution, revolution
in the house where gypsy lives
on the back porch she professes
that there's no way we can live
There's conviction in her speaking
and her eyes they look disturbed
she's got concordances and references
to back up every word
She points her narrow finger
towards the eucalyptus tree, then she says
"God is within everything you see"

She's got black potions in her pantry
Aphrodite in a can
all the symbols of the zodiac
embroidered in astrakhan
She's got a cat named Nosferatu
She drinks strange Norwegian wine
keeps a bible on the mantel
under last week's TV guide
She's got a statue of the Mary
holding on to baby Christ and she swears
finally Elvis Presley has really died

She reads tea leaves she reads Tarot
she reads candle wax and runes
she reads the dirty palms of strangers
in dim lit smokey rooms
She's got a ball made out of crystal
she keeps on her TV
and she talks to apparitions
that only she can see
She has met Morrison and Lennon
She has met Jimi Hendrix too
Well, you'd think that they'd have
better things to do

She's got tools of divination
she consults on everything
She got a star inside a circle
on her necklace, on her ring
and she's into Tantric yoga
and ritualistic sex
Kundalini meditation
charms and potions
spells and hexes
She says past life regression
is the only way to go
if you really want to
recognize your soul

She's taking of her crystal
lights every candle in the room
and she's firing up her incense
and her eyes reflect the moon
Well, I don't know if I love her
but I'd sure like to pretend
so I proceed to tell her stories
to let her know just who I am
" I've been alien abducted
channeled voices from the stars
and it's Bigfoot that put that dent
upside my car"