Take off your polished handmade Italian shoes Yes, take them off, right here in the street Peel off those long thin black dress socks Feel the pavement under your Smooth, clean white feet
Leave your former shoes to Cry for their former owner Some panhandler will grab them
Walk into the cheap barber shop And tell the barber to shave your head That full head of thick corporate hair Falling to the floor in a pile of silver silk As the barber hides his laughter
Now walk barefoot and bald in your $3000 pinstriped business suit and your silk tie and cufflinks and starched white shirt and cashmere overcoat
Walk barefoot though the financial district Everyone will stare Your colleagues and friends and competitors will laugh As dust collects on your smooth, supple clean white soles
Destroy your privilege Cut ties Burn your bridges But first cross over to the other side Become an outsider