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 rules make him go crazy?   Or did he hide away from hopes   Behind a smile and smoking dope? It's 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      And 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 and waste away      And 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, and waste away