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