Dead Mans Shoes - 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

Reggae part

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