paroles de chanson Brown Leather Shoes - Stacked Like Pancakes

I went to the store to buy some shoes, for a new job
And I paid for them, but it was hard to do. would I really rob them?
I'm not a crook, but I was staring at the door
Cause what's a middle-class man supposed to do?

Oh the days are long since gone of where we're from
If hate's the word I feel, then I'll move on
I just feel that reggae and blues,
In my brown leather shoes

Oh, but I feel another test coming in
Success for me is some kind of sin
Give me something else to believe in
Give me something else to believe in, oh oh
I just groove in my brown leather shoes

I can make the cash, but not with what I love
I don't hate the job, I just hate that I have one
Will someone help me, I need to choose this
Or my brown leather shoes
I just feel that reggae and blues
In my brown leather shoes