Why I Don't Believe In God

I heard the truth about you

and it really doesn't read you

like the wipping stick you raised me with

a scared woman in a private hell

hushed voice like electric bells

strange talk about edgar casey

and the long lame walk of the dark 70's ( x2 )

i heard the truth about you

yeah you

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 voice

you hear sometimes

sometimes it gets to be too much

i feel like letting go

sometimes it gets so hard

i feel likd letting it go

sometimes it gets so goddamn hard

i feel like 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 losin' your mind

he said you just needed a rest

he said you would be coming home soon

said the doctors there

would know whats best

said that maybe

i could go live with them for a while

i know the truth about you

i know the truth

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

letting it all go