Nine of Swords

I went to an oracle in Baltimore on a solo tour leg And using telepathy she said, "You're on the pothead path To a penthouse view of your early ruin," But this happens every time my tarot's read I run with a crow and with a witch and with this tiny jaguar And I have other friends that I forget I look at the laying on of healing hands in the church of the brethren But I'm not entirely sold on reiki yet What is it with the hands? Won't you give me that good wisdom You're famous for in these parts? I'm overwhelmed here Catch me at crossroads Trying to conjure the ghost of one Robert Johnson He'll ask for a lot but I'll talk him down And come out on top of the deal, A bandit at the crucifixion I forget what I was talking about... It's never not Nine of Swords, babe We die a little bit each day It's nothing to get bent out of shape about, Believe me It's easy! (Now, Let me just show you The result of witchcraft In this situation) (He felt That somebody put the evil eye upon him)