He sets up his page like he had paid someone To curry belief But it only seemed to worsen 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 Now I need a new pair son Now I need a new pair son And that’s you done Aah yeah that’s you done Eehh that’s you done boy Hm that’s you done
He held out a map for a new friend he found Who sighed with relief Said I’ve come for the ransom, 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 that’s you done boy
