Hey old man in women's shoes
I wonder of he knows I think he's crazy
When he was young did he have dreams
Of wearing women'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 go 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
(outro) It seems so frightening
Time passes by like lightening
Before you know it you're struck down
I always waste my time on
My chemical emotions
It keeps my head spinning around