It's All In Your Head

Momma died young
Giving birth to her son
In a home for wayward girls
Daddy was a sidewalk soapbox preacher
Looking forward to the end of the world
Every Friday night he'd pick Jesus a fight
Down at the local pool hall
Racking up souls
Condemning all those
Caught behind the 8-ball
He said, "I preach 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 goin' crazy,
it's all in your head."
Now Missy 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-mommas go
Daddy knew she was the one
As he baked in the sun
In the parking lot preaching the truth
Up shot her hands
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 goin' 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
I'll never forget in his dying breath
The last words that he said
"We never walked on the moon,
Elvis ain't dead,
You ain't goin' 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 hard to define
Heaven's more than a place
It's a state of mind
State of mind