No God could teach me what my father did.
No promise of heaven kept me warm
when my mother tucked me in.
No hope for salvation
kept me from sin,
just a strong intuition
not to do what all the bad ones did
and what comes next is a mystery to me.
I guess I'll have to wait and see
'cause everything I ever knew
could just fall apart
I only know what I've been told,
and I was told what others know,
and others know what they've been told,
and they were told what others know,
No way to tell what's wrong or right.
No fear of dying keeps me alive.
and all we know is what we're told,
and we were told what others know,
and all they know is what they're told
and they were told what others know.
No way to tell what's wrong or right.
No fear of dying keeps me alive.