I was told: “Don’t ask yourself too many questions.
You know little one, life will answer you.
What is the point of wanting to know everything?
Look up and see what you can see.”
I was told: “You have to listen to your father.”
Mine didn’t say anything when he cleared off.
Mama told me: “You’re too little to understand.”
And I grew up with a place to fill.
Who has the right, who has the right,
Who has the right to do this
To a child who truly believes
What grownups say?
We spend our lives saying thank you,
Thank you to whom, for what?
(And) We play God
Over the children we lie to.
I was told: “All men are alike.
There are many gods, but only one sun.”
Yes but the sun, it shines or it burns.
You die of thirst or you drown.
To you too, I’m sure,
they told pretty stories, yeah, what a load of rubbish!
So now, we find ourselves on the road that is life
With our fears, our anguish, and our doubts.
Who has the right, who has the right,
Who has the right to do this
To children who truly believe
What grownups say?
We spend our lives saying thank you,
Thank you to whom, for what?
(And) We play God
Over the children we lie to.