I 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 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.