They told me lies, 'bout all the birds, the bees, and butterflies.
'bout some dude watching us beyond the sky.
I said he don't mean nothing, no he's crap to me, they call it blasmophy,
They tell me lies, 'bout how were made and where we go and when we die
That some dude watching us beyond the sky.
the classroom full of kids they laughed and clapped at me, the futures slapped to me.