Don't need no crystal balls   No idols on my walls   No luck chain around my neck   My star sign's I don't have to check.   Wretched are they in dead things putting their hopes   Who have given things made by human hands the title of gods   Gold silver and finely worked likenesses of animals   Carved by some hand long ago.   Don't need no crystal balls   No idols on my walls   Don't need my tarots read   My star sign's I don't have to check.   In their search for God and their eagerness   To find Him living amongst His works   They strive to comprehend Him   And fall victim to appearances   Even so they are not to be excused   If they are capable of aquiring enough knowledge    To investigate the world   How have they been so slow to find it's Master?   It's not your will that the works of your wisdom lie idle.