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 hed 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

Dont ever trust what the government say

We never walked on the moon

Elvis aint dead

You aint going crazy

Its all in your head



Lucy was a messed up, dressed up waitress

With a slightly tarnished heart of gold

She wasnt half bad for a new step momma

As far as step mommas 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

Its been revealed to me down deep in my soul

There were two shooters on the grassy knoll

We never walked on the moon

Elvis aint dead

You aint going crazy

Its all in your head

Let us sing



Its all interpretation

To find the truth you gotta read between the lines

Work out your own salvation

That narrow path is hard to define

Heavens more than a place

Its 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 daddys faith

But Ill never forget his dying breath

The last words that he said

We never walked on the moon

Elvis aint dead

You aint going crazy

Its all in your head

Let me tell ya



Its all interpretation

To find the truth you gotta read between the lines

Work out your own salvation

That narrow path is had to define

Heavens more than a p