It's All in Your Head

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