Lyrics:

Dig close to the tree
If you're looking for roots
Hey! John Lee Hooker
I've borrowed your boots
The fifteenth Lama's
My latest recruit
I reincarnated
In his birthday suit
I'm telling you, fella
I wouldn't be in your shoes
Up shit creek
On a terminal cruise

Intent on confusion
Random salvoes hell-bent on panic
A bloody infusion
Lightning strikes twice, permit deception
Opposing Tsars humming
Arrows flying, deliver shivers
A future projection
No warning given, make a killing?

Digital dreamers
Live over the shop
Sowing and growing
And smoking their crop
Working for change
For the penny to drop
Will it click? Will it stick?
Will it flip? Will it flop?
I'm telling you, fella
I wouldn't be in your shoes

Intent on confusion
Random salvoes hell-bent on panic
A bloody infusion
Lightning strikes twice, permit deception
Opposing Tsars humming
Arrows flying, deliver shivers
A future projection
No warning given, make a killing?

I'm telling you, fella
I wouldn't be in your shoes