Don't Ask Me Nothing About Nothing, I Just Might Tell You the Truth

Well the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount, But nothing really matters much it's doom alone that counts.

Who am I helping, what am I breaking, what am I giving, what am I taking?

If you can't lend a hand, then get out of the way.

Here's the thing with me and the religious thing. This is the flat-out truth: I find the religiosity and philosophy in the music. I don't find it anywhere else.

Anger and jealousy's all that he sells us, he's content when you're under his thumb. Madmen oppose him, but your kindness throws him, to survive it you play deaf and dumb.

Don't know which one is worse, doing your own thing or just being cool.