Back Of My Hand - The Rolling Stones

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