Why I Don't Believe In God

I heard the truth about you

And it doesn't really read at all

Like the whipping stick you raised me with

Scared woman in a private hell

Hushed voice like electric bells

Strange talk about Edgar Casey

And the long lame walk of the dark '70s

Strange talk about Edgar Casey

And the long lame walk of the dark '70s

I heard the truth about you, yeah, you

Oh, Mama, they woke me up

I was deep in an idiot sleep

I was just 8 years old

Heard big words with horrible sound

Why'd they have to call my school

Tell me my mother had a nervous breakdown?

I wish I believed like you do, yeah, you

In the myth of a merciful God

In the myth of a heaven and hell

(I hear the voices) you hear them

(I hear the voices) sometimes

(I hear the voices) sometimes it gets so much

I feel like letting 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 and 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 he'd say

Said you weren't losing your mind

Yeah, said you just needed a rest

He said you'd be coming home soon

He said the doctors there would know what's best

Said that maybe I could go live with 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 8 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