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My Jesus sandals are missingI think I left them on the back of the stageWith the angry divorceeWho was trying to help me get awayThey were like sleds made of gentle leatherThey would always carry me safely throughI don't wanna put back on my boots...I don't wanna but I'm gonna put on my bootsAnd this really is no hoaxMy toenails are buried and not breathingBending, yellow, and coarseI don't wanna put back on my boots...I don't wanna but I'm gonna put on my bootsMy Jesus sandals are missing and what am I supposed to do?A guru with no sandals...Stuck in Houston talking to you Aus Songtexte Mania