Busy fools building shrines
Got a high education
But can’t seem to lift up their minds
Lift up your mind
Shaky tailors sewing blind
Skirting issues with no regard
For tasteful hemlines
Tasteful hemlines
And we’re all ready
To fall out of line
Yeah we’re all ready
For a new kind of guide
And the shaman in my head says
All you really need to be
Is more gentle and precise
That my child will lead you to
A better life
Drunken spiders
Obsessed with threads
Can’t make a web strong enough
To get them fed
Please get them fed
And stifled muses
That don’t sing
Craving melodies that nobody ever brings
Nobody brings
And we’re all ready
For a new kind of vice
Yeah we’re all ready
For a new age of ice
And the shaman in my head says
All you really need to be
Is more gentle and precise
That my child will lead you to
A better life