Letra de Temping as a Shaman

Oh how good you could have been kid, if no one had ever told you, that you were any good
You really could have been as good kid, as you were before anyone ever told you, that you were any good
Like a space age cave man
I got this job as a temp as a shaman, waiting in an endless line of my identical selves. waiting only to betray my own monument
Like an ancient astronaut
I got this job as a temp as a shaman, waiting in an endless line of my identical selves. all these me's just stand around, tapping the me ahead of me on the shoulder to ask, "what are you here for?"
And you know what your voice says about you when you speak of taste and say, "i'm sorry i'm not sorry."
And are you comfortable under my algebra, between the folds of my palms? temping as a shaman. temping as a shaman