Dead Man's Shoes Songtext
von The Papers

Got to pick myself up from the floor
Can′t stand being down here any more
Someone tried to kill me with a saw
I'm sure that kind of thing′s against the law

In this job a sense of humour
Comes in handy, like a tumour
Tell you now or tell you sooner
Your career is just a rumour

Waiting for my dead man's shoes
Waiting for my dead man's shoes
Waiting for my dead man′s shies
Waiting for, waiting for
Waiting for my dead man′s shoes


Secretary sitting on my desk
Asked me if would like to invest
In 30 years I never would have guessed
Invested in a cardiac arrest

In this job a sense of humour
Comes in handy, like a tumour
Tell you now or tell you sooner
Your career is just a rumour

Waiting for my dead man's shoes
Waiting for my dead man′s shies
Waiting for, waiting for
Waiting for my dead man's shoes

Got to pick myself up from the floor
My replacement walking through the door
Someone tried to kill me with a saw
Survival is the only kind of law

Waiting for my dead man′s shoes
Waiting for my dead man's shies
Waiting for, waiting for
Waiting for my dead man′s shoes