wonder if he knows I think he's crazy

When he was young did her 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 grow 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 frightening

Time passes by like lightning

Before you know it you're struck down

I always waste my time on my chemical emotions

It keeps my head spinning around