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'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