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?
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 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
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 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