ANSWERS FROM THE MAGIC 8 (Outlaw Acid Country) Verse 1 I bought a Magic 8 Ball at a truck stop fair Next to beef jerky and a fake coonskin cap display there Took it home like a prophet in disguise Thought I’d finally outsource my advice I shook it hard and I asked it slow “Does she love me?” It said, “Reply hazy, try again, bro.” So I tried again like I always do Never liked the answers I already knew ⸻ Pre-Chorus I asked it, “Am I gonna be a star?” It said, “Don’t count on it.” Well, that went too far. I asked it, “Should I stay or should I go?” It said, “Better not tell you now.” I said, “You don’t know.” ⸻ Chorus 🎱 Answers from the Magic 8 Floatin’ in a pool of doubt and fate I keep shakin’ it like I’m shakin’ my past Hopin’ one good answer’s gonna stick at last But I ain’t never been satisfied With a woman, a job, or the truth inside I don’t want the truth — I want it straight From the smoky little oracle in the Magic 8 ⸻ Verse 2 I asked it, “Will I ever change?” It said, “Outlook not so good.” That felt strange. I asked it, “Is this all there is?” It said, “Signs point to yes.” Well, I didn’t like that answer, kids. So I shook it harder, like life owed me more Like the future was hidin’ behind a plastic door Black bubble floatin’ in a purple sky Just like my dreams that never quite fly ⸻ Pre-Chorus I said, “Am I wasted?” It said, “Without a doubt.” Then I laughed real loud But I didn’t like how that sounded out loud. ⸻ Chorus 🎱 Answers from the Magic 8 Spinnin’ like tires at a rusty gate I keep askin’ questions I don’t wanna face Lookin’ for permission I’ll never embrace I don’t want truth — I want applause I want loopholes in the laws I want someone else to navigate While I blame it on the Magic 8 ⸻ Bridge (The Ball Opens) One night I shook it way too hard Stars started buzzin’ in the backyard The little black window cracked with light And out stepped a fairy in neon white She said, “Why you askin’ questions you already know? Why you askin’ things you don’t want told? Why you shakin’ plastic like it’s fate When you’re scared to live without a safety plate? You don’t need answers from me, my friend. You need courage to begin. You don’t want truth — you want escape. You ain’t confused… you’re just afraid.” ⸻ Verse 3 I stared at her wings made of disco smoke Thought maybe this was some cosmic joke I rubbed my eyes — she didn’t fade Or maybe she did… hard to say Might’ve been the weed Might’ve been regret Might’ve been the truth I ain’t faced yet She said, “Boy, the future ain’t a toy You don’t need permission to be a man, not a boy.” ⸻ Final Chorus (Bigger / Rocking Lift) 🎱 Answers from the Magic 8 Ain’t no shortcut through your fate You can shake it till your hands go numb But the only real answer’s the one you become I stood there quiet, didn’t know what to say Fairy folded up and just slipped away Now the ball just says what it always said But it ain’t the plastic messin’ with my head ⸻ Outro (Spoken, gravel outlaw voice): I still got that Magic 8 Ball. Sometimes I shake it… But now I kinda laugh first. Last night I asked it if that fairy was real. It said… “Reply hazy.” Might’ve been too high.
