Hey old man in woman's shoes
I wonder if 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 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 you're struck down
I always waste my time on
My chemical emotions
It keeps my head spinning around.