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