I hear a preacher on the corner

Ranting like a crazy man

He says there's trouble, troubles are coming

I can read it like the back of my hand.

I see love, I see misery

Jamming side by side on the stage

In the wind some mournful melody

I can read it like the back of my hand.

The back of my hand..... oh yeah...

Oh yeah....

I see dreams, I see visions

Images I don't understand

I see goya's paranoias

I can read it like the back of my hand.

Well, read it like the back of my hand

Oh yeah, wow yeah...

Wow yeah...

Read it like the back of my hand.