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