Fancy Shoes

There's a thunder cloud behind those eyes,

A storm's a-brewin' in your mind's thoughts.

A static-electrical discharge will emulate for your swollen heart.

Well the doctor prescribes

Rubber soles.

You can teach a robot how to dance

You can't teach a pair of shorts how to dance

Stand between two mirrors

And look into the distance

You see you turn infinite

Still you're only human.

It's a suit-and-tie affair

And you're only wearing shoes.

Although they're pretty sick

No one will let you through.

(Well)

It doesn't matter those fancy shoes

It's all about the words you choose

It doesn't matter those fancy shoes

If it's all about the friends you lose

It doesn't matter those fancy shoes

So why would, why would you?

I can see where they may be some confusion

I was just once just like you

Let me tell you a story to clarify the matter

Once upon a time a mouse put on some shoes.

'Hey, friend, where'd you get those fancy shoes?

Are you wearing them, or are they wearing you?

I've seen you walking down the boulevard,

You must've come pretty far

You make it look really hard.

Those shoes sparkle gold and blue,

They seem brand new

Must've set you back a few.

Oh, my fancy shoes