Johnny Switchblade's Shoes

I'm rubber and leather I'm stitched and I'm laced I'm walking and waiting I'm standing in place It's dark and it's dreary I got a name but no face And I might come untied When I'm running that race I'm traveling in pairs I'm dirty inside and out You know my soul is all worn From my wandering ways I'm spit on And stepped on I'm always out on the chase I'm just kicking And tripping I might be a tired old dog I'm only good at certain somethings I'm only good while I'm getting gone I'm traveling in pairs I'm dirty inside and out I'm traveling in pairs I'm dirty inside and out