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