Testo Crazy Old Man

Thunder, flash and lightening is working on my back The ``paper`` on the tables in the kitchen are tryin' to break your neck crazy old man All the late night memories are leaning in my new shoes My mother's old grey leather gloves are singing loud the blues cr o m I can taste what's in the sun time to waste 'cause there is none When I feel blue I see it shine But still it's true I'm doin' fine You can't see me 'cause now I'm all free Now you know I'm through And all that's not new Sitting on a paperback 'cause I don't know what really cracks I'm tryin' to climb my pencil to get high No one tells me what to do 'cause no one knows what I've been through You don't know a thing bout me but you can learn It's time to touch the sky My mind is free I fly cr o m I can taste. . . Thunder, flash and lightening is working on my back