Lyrics

Dead Man's Shoes

Telephone rang Willie said Man I needs to talk to you
Not on the phone fool in an hour at the usual place
I lit a smoke and laced up my spats
Left my piece sittin' next to my stash
See I didn't know when I stepped out that door
I was walkin' in a dead man's shoes

A beer bottle rolls as a shadow shifts in an alleyway
Next thing I know I'm in the back of a two-tone Cadillac
Some ape missin' half an ear
Drives me to shack by the pier
His snub-nose 38 is startin' me in the face
And I'm shakin' in a dead man's shoes

Van Gogh wants to know about Willie
I could talk and maybe save my skin
But I know Willie he'd never turn on me
And I'll be damned if I'll rat on him

But you don't think twice with your head in a vice you the answer-man
I'm fightin' my ropes as the caddy tears into the night
He said he'd come back and make me scream
If Willie wasn't waiting where I said he'd be
And right about now my poor friend Willie Brown
Is surely pacin' in a dead man's shoes

I finally reach my pocket
Feel my zippo and starts to grin
Now the sweet sweet smell of freedom
Is the smell of burnin' rope and skin

44 Mag loaded with the cop-killer hollow points
Fits in my hand like a gavel ready to fall
I pull back the hammer and say
Hey Van Gogh, Happy Judgment Day
I squeeze off a round and as he falls down
He staggers around the room
Like he's dancin'
Dancin' in a dead man's shoes


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