Walter the Occultist

Walter the occultist is sleeping in the parlour
His tarot is stained with cucumber and tomato
The kettle bubbles over
Calls the cage canary
Walter, mind the shop

Walter, can you tell us
Ask the fat girls from the chorus

Will we be happy
And the gods they be for us
And what do the cards say
About those men we met upon the pier

Once there were stars behind his eyes
But now they've dimmed and crystallised
The gods are cruel
They tease the fool who lifts the veil

Walter reads the tea leaves
Spread on the Sunday papers
The things that he sees there
Would astonish all his neighbours
The strongman and the midget
The bearded lady and the tattooed twins

Once there were stars behind his eyes
But now they've dimmed and crystallised
The gods are cruel
They tease the fool who lifts the veil

Once there were stars behind his eyes
But now they've dimmed and crystallised
The gods are cruel
They tease the fool who lifts the veil
Once there were stars behind his eyes
But now they've dimmed and crystallised
The gods are cruel
They tease the fool who lifts the veil