Yuka Tree - The Man in the Leather Laced Shoes Lyrics

You can hear the ice clink in the man's drink
That he holds in his right hand
It's half past eight and you're running late
With the same sordid mandate wrapped in a band
His three-piece suit fits too loose
And reminds you of the screws
That he told you that he wouldn't lose
And you'll be sure you'll get what for
When you're not wanted anymore
From the man in the leather laced shoes

He looked right through you
Said you're a loser
Spat right at you
Called you a creature
He looked right through you
Said you're a loser
Spat right at you

Backhands, piss-takes, a weight on your chest
And you're told you don't understand
It's not fine
One more time
They will make you toe the line
Before you draw your own in the sand
His three-piece suit fits too loose
And reminds you of the screws
That he told you that he wouldn't lose
And you'll be sure you'll get what for
When you're not wanted anymore
From the man in the leather laced shoes

He looked right through you
Said you're a loser
Spat right at you
Called you a creature
He looked right through you
Said you're a loser
He spat right at you

He looked right through you
Said you're a loser
Spat right at you
Called you a creature
He looked right through you
Said you're a loser
Spat right at you
Called you a creature