Jen Kearney

Lyrics

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