For thirty bucks I bought a pair of dead man’s shoes
It gave its former owner the walking blues
If the first owner died in ’em I haven’t got a clue
Either was the deceased paid the ultimate final dues
I wear these shoes daily, not just a day or two
The sneakers have a grey stripe and a bright white hue
If he dies in ’em the second owner never knew
But he would no longer wear ’em and left ’em by the loo
When I bought the shoes they looked brand spankin’ new
What good did it do the first owner to sit around within the pews?
I don’t mind wearin’ ; I don’t at all rue
Death cursed shoes may or may not be true
Would you wear ’em if this were your point of view?
If shoes caused death would they be for you,
Or would you ignore ’em like a budget-busting zoo?