Lyrics
He sets up his page like he had paid someone
To curry belief
And it only seemed to worsen
That’s what he done
He said he ain’t gonna work for no one else to choose
A mile in his shoes
He says now I need a new pair son
And that’s you done
He held out a map to the new friend he found
Who sighed with relief
And said I’ve come for the ransom, and your harpoon gun
And he looks at the world through anaesthesic shades
With scratch on the lens
He says now I need a new pair son, then I’ll be a new person
And then that’s you done