Fakir by Fatima Lyrics

Now you're stuck with me in limbo
Take a number, get in line

I'll absorb your opinions
And pretend your thoughts were mine

Greasy food and porn
Here's your medication
I'll make you dance
Like an indian cobra


I am your fakir

One more cup of Saint John's wort tea
Then I can get out of bed

Purple spots on turquoise mushrooms
Now I must clean up my mess

Greasy food is porn
Your shopping mall is your home
I'll put you in a trance
Like a true believer


I am your fakir