Hey old man in woman’s shoes
I wonder i 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 that age
Will i be walking down the street
Begging for your spare change
Or will i ever 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 rules’ make him go crazy
Or did he hide away from hopes
Behind a smile and smoking dope
It seems so frightning
Time passes my 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.