There's some running wild lately, rustling up the leaves
Shining light steep in the cracks that are widening everyday
And everybody knows where the master has the evidence and papers
That explains all the mysteries away
What if everybody knows
Except the few chosen ones I suppose
There's no need to dig it up, no
So we don't talk about it, we don't talk about it
Now if everyone knew the ropes that could tie themselves a knot
Every hour on the hour one thing would be for sure
The jails would go burst and the churches would be full
And the thieves would go on just the way they were
So if I turn the other cheek
Except every now and then take a peek
I can see my eyes on you, my friend
We don't talk about it, we don't talk about it
Now you wonder what it sounds like when everything works out
And life is in line with the heavens and the saints
And the monkeys and the lions, and the grocers and the parents
Are all working in cahoots, might sound something like this
I've been swatting at the flies around my skull
Until I realized they were trying to talk to me
They say, you stir up the shit and you have to take away the dirt
And you're left with a whole new kind of disease
So if I turn the other cheek
Except every now and then take a peek
I can keep my eyes on you, my friend
What if everybody knows
Except the few chosen ones I suppose
There's no need to dig it up, oh no
So we don't talk about it, we don't talk about it
We don't talk about it, we don't talk about it, oh no