Don’t know much about religion
Or about much else, I fear
I have the brains of a pigeon
Spent my school days drinking beer
But I’ve seen and heard enough
From the west to the east
To reveal some certain stuff
You won’t learn from your priest
Hell is other people
Hell is a cold flophouse room
Hell is a church steeple
Hell is life outside the womb
Don’t know much about religion
Or about much else, that’s true
I have the brains of a pigeon
Spent my school days sniffing glue
But I’ve seen and heard enough
From this right up to that
To reveal some certain stuff
You won’t learn from your cat
Hell is other people
Hell is a cold flophouse room
Hell is a church steeple
Hell is life outside the womb
Don’t know much about religion
Or about much else, indeed
I have the brains of a pigeon
Spent my school days smoking weed
But I’ve seen and heard enough
From sea to shining sea
To reveal some certain stuff
You won’t learn from TV
Hell is other people
Hell is a cold flophouse room
Hell is a church steeple
Hell is life outside the womb
Copyright © 1996 by David V. Matthews
May 6, 1996