No More Shoes

Came from the top of the deck
 Warm and direct
 No more shoes
 No more news
 No more blues
 Iranian gown on your frame
 Born to the game
 No more shoes
 No more news
 No more blues--getcha back!
 All my stray thoughts
 They are unarranged
 All my stray thoughts
 They are impure
 Give me sidearm compliments
 Give an autopsy of the event
 Such uneven principles
 Time and time and time again
 Spare me your contrarian thaw
 Beautiful nerves, send you wild
 Lost in a pile
 Of old shoes
 Of old news
 Of old blues
 A gallery of vivid dreams
 Torn and extreme
 No more shoes
 No more news
 No more shoes
 No more blues
 No more, no more, no more, no more
 No more more more more blues
 I was made for lovin' you, baby
 I want my alka-seltzer!