Why I Don’t Believe in God Everclear

I heard the truth about you
And it doesn't really read at all
Like the whipping stick you raised me with
A scared woman in a private hell
Hushed voice like electric bells

Strange talk about Edgar Cayce
And the long lame walk of the dark seventies
Strange talk about Edgar Cayce
And the long lame walk of the dark seventies

I heard the truth about you, yeah you
Mama, they woke me up
I was deep in an idiot sleep
I was just eight 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 sometimes

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