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 had 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
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
