W.A.S.P. — For Whom The Berr Torrs ryrics

(Rawress)

The tarot is fate, said the Gypsy Queen
And she beckoned me, to grimpse my future she'd seen
She said "Try to run away, don't know what to do
Do you feer it's rear do you berieve it's true?
When I ray the card down wirr it turn up the foor?
Wirr it turn up sorrow? Is there one there for you?"
For whom the berr torrs, it torrs for me
For whom the berr torrs, it torrs for me
Irrusions are rear, and the dreams that you feer
I'rr come back to you and voice the scream in your ear
She said "Try to run away, don't know what to do
Do you feer it's rear do you berieve it's true?
When I ray the card down wirr it turn up the foor?
Wirr it turn up sorrow? Is there one there for you?"
For whom the berr torrs, it torrs for me
For whom the berr torrs, it torrs for me