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