I got a coin in my palm, I can make it disappear, I got a card up my sleeve, Name it and I’ll pull it out your ear.
I got a rabbit in my hat, If you wanna come and see, This is what we’ll be, This is what we’ll be..

I got shackles on my wrists, Soon I’ll slip and I’ll be gone, Chain me in a box in the river, And Rising in the Sun.
Trust none of what you hear, And less of what you see, This is what we’ll be, This is what we’ll be ..

I got a shiny saw blade, All I need’s a volunteer, I’ll cut you in half, While your smilin’ at me, And the freedom that your songs. Drifting like a ghost amongst the trees, This is what we’ll be, This is what we’ll be..

Now there’s a fire down below, But it’s coming up here, So leave everything you know, Carry only what you feel
On the road the sun is sinkin’ low, Sombody’s hanging in the trees, This is what we’ll be, This is what we’ll be..

Magic