Panzer Ag Follow

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 mamma'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

Daddy was sidewalk, soapbox preacher
Looking forward to the end of the world