(Tony Martin/Van Stephenson/Reese Wilson      Momma died young giving birth to a son   In a home for wayward girls   Daddy was sidewalk, soapbox preacher   Looking forward to the end of the world   Every Friday night he’d pick a Jesus fight   Down at the local pool hall   Racking up souls condemning all those   Caught behind the eight ball   He said I preach for the light - the light shows the way   Don’t ever trust what the government say   We never walked on the moon   Elvis ain’t dead   You ain’t going crazy   It’s all in your head      Lucy was a messed up, dressed up waitress   With a slightly tarnished heart of gold   She wasn’t half bad for a new step momma   As far as step momma’s go   Daddy knew she was the one as he baked in the sun   In a parking lot preaching the truth   Up shot her hand and she cried, oh, man   I feel it, yes, I feel it I do   It’s been revealed to me down deep in my soul   There were two shooters on the grassy knoll   We never walked on the moon   Elvis ain’t dead   You ain’t going crazy   It’s all in your head   Let us sing      It’s all interpretation   To find the truth you gotta read between the lines   Work out your own salvation   That narrow path is hard to define   Heaven’s more than a place   It’s a state of mind      In his quest for truth   Daddy was moved by the spirit   To take up a snake   In a moment of doubt the venom turned out   Stronger than daddy’s faith   But I’ll never forget his dying breath   The last words that he said   We never walked on the moon   Elvis ain’t dead   You ain’t going crazy   It’s all in your head   Let me tell ya      It’s all interpretation   To find the truth you gotta read between the lines   Work out your own salvation   That narrow path is had to define   Heaven’s more than a place   It’s a state of mind   State of mind      State of mind...