Colorfinger - Culver Palms (Or Why I Don't Believe In God) Lyrics
I heard the truth about youAnd it doesn't really read at all,Like the whipping stick you raised me withA scared woman in a private hellHushed voice like electric bellStrange talk about Edgar CayceAnd the long lame walk of the dark 70'sStrange talk about Edgar Cayce And the long lame walk of the dark 70'sI heard the truth about you, yeah youMama they woke me upI was deep in an idiot sleepI was just 8 years oldI heard big words with a horrible soundMama they called my schoolTo tell me my mother had a nervous breakdownI wish I believed like you do, yeah youIn the myth of a merciful God, in the myth of a heaven or hellI hear the voices you hear sometimesSometimes it gets so much, I feel like letting goSometimes it gets so hard I feel like letting it goSometimes it gets so Goddamn hard I feel like letting it all goLetting it all go ( x5 )Ran away, went looking for youback to Culver City and the old neighbourhoodNeed to know if you were really gone,Need to know if you were gone for goodI ran through the projects at night,Hide in the dark from my friends in the lightHide from my brother-in-law,Hide from the things he'd saySaid you weren't losing your mind,Said you just needed a restSaid you'd be coming home soon,Said the doctors there would know what's bestSaid that maybe I could go live with them for a whileI heard the truth about youI heard the truth about youI know the truth about youI know the truth, I know the truthI know the truth about youYeah, they woke me upI was just 8 years oldSometimes it gets so hard I feel like letting it goSometimes it gets so hard I feel like letting it all go
