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