VERSE 1
Old man speaks the truth
No one listens at his door
You see he's drunk and hard of hearing
Not a grown-up anymore

He tells me don't be gettin sinful
'Less you think you might get nailed
Because the only satisfying thing
Is trying 'til you've failed

CHORUS
Hey there little lady
You've been giving up too soon
What about your childhood dreams
Of shootin craps up on the moon

VERSE 2
Goin down a darkened path
Can't see my hands or feet
I'm like some disembodied spirit
Make my living sellin sheets

I gotta get outside my tight skin
Gotta leave it all behind
I'll will my body to ya just let me keep
What's left of my mind

CHORUS
Hey there little lady
You've been sounding like a loon
Put down your sugar flakes and join me
Shootin craps up on the moon

VERSE 3
Monday morning I be brain-dead
Tuesday they bury me
By the time I get to Wednesday
I'm as moldy as can be

They say that Thursday you can see the shine
Of Friday evening lights
The neon of another tavern
And the smell of Saturday fights

CHORUS
But me I don't see nothin
Just a dusty bag and spoon
A real bad imitation not like
Shootin craps up on the moon