Hey old man in womans shoes
I wonder if he knows I think
he's crazy
When he was young
did he have
dreams of wearing woman's shoes
and being crazy
It makes me wonder when
I grow to be that age
will I be walking down the street
begging
for your spare change
Or will I be that old?
Will I still be around?
The way I carry on
I'll end up
six feet underground
and waste away
When
the old man was in school
did the golden rule make him
go crazy
Or did he hide away from hopes
behind
a smile and smoking dope
it's crazy
It seems so frightning
time passes by like lightning
Before you know it you're shot
down
I always waste my time
on
My chemical emotions
it keeps my head spinning around
