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 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 other's know what they've been told,
And they we're told what others know,
And others know what they were 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 we're told what others know,
And all they know is wha t they're told,
And they were told what others know.