Why I Dont Believe In God

I heard the truth about you
And it doesnt really read at all
Like the whipping stick you raised me with
A scared woman in a private hell
Hushed voice like electric bell
Strange talk about
Edgar Casey
And the long lame walk of the dark seventies
Strange talk about
Edgar Casey
And the long lame walk of the dark seventies
I heard the truth about you
Yeah, youMama, they woke me up
I was deep in an idiot sleep
I was just eight years old
Heard big words with a horrible sound
Whyd they have to call my school
Tell me my mother had a nervous breakdown?
I wish I believed like you do
Yeah, youIn the myth of a merciful
GodIn the myth of a
Heaven and
HellI hear the voices you hear sometimes
Sometimes it gets so much
I feel like letting it go
Sometimes it gets so hard
I feel like letting it go
Sometimes it gets so goddamn hard
I feel like letting it all go
Letting it all go
Letting it all go
Letting it all go
Letting it all go
Letting it all go
I ran away , went looking for you
Back to Culver city and the old neighborhood
Need to know if you were really gone
Need to know if you were gone for good
I ran through the projects at night
Hide in the dark from my friends in the light
Hide from my brother-in-law
Hide from the things hed say
Said you werent losing your mind
He said you just needed a rest
He said youd be coming home soon
He said the doctors there would know whats best
Said that maybe
I could go livewith them for a while
I know the truth about you
I know the truth about you
I know the truth about you
I know the truth
I know the truth
I know the truth
I know the truth
I know the truth about you
Mama they woke me up
I was just eight years old
Sometimes it gets so hard
I feel like letting it go
Sometimes it gets so hard
I feel like letting it all go
Yeah, letting it all go
Letting it all go
Ooh, letting it all go
Yeah , letting it all go