Hey old man in womens shoes
i wonder if he knows i think he's crazy
when he was young did he have dreams
of wearing womens 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 lost hope
behind a smile and smoking dope, it's crazy

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 spinnin around

this is a green day song peeps.

I like posting songs in poetry sometimes. tell me if you like the lyrics, we may have something to talk about. love love love, burnout(_00)

Definitely has a Green Day feel to it.