My Killer Wears My Shoes

I'm smarter than I look and faster than you'd think
I know my way around the block and bring the kitchen sink.
So don't invent a one-armed man to sing of in the blues,
the truth is when all's said and done, my killer wears my shoes.

I've pissed off more than I care to think with passion and a source
of firearms and sharpened blades who'd intercept my course
if pushed just a little harder to make the evening news.
The truth is when all's said and done, my killer wears my shoes.

Don't sing for me an elegy that makes me what I'm not
if you should hear from far or near I took the final shot.
I probably had it coming, or at least I gave excuse...
the truth is when all's said and done, my killer wears my shoes.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
from the new CD.
10 1/2 extra wide. Black leather zipper dress boots.