What we don't know can fill a truck What we don't know cannot hurt us Well, is that so? We're hard to destruct Well, is that so? Why do we get crushed? Prepare the isolation chamber I'm going in And all the people there will wonder "Can we go with him?" Tell me now you're only kidding When you say "We'll pass away" Tell me now this yarn we're spinning Doesn't end on judgement day All tragic monsters are crying for themselves In attics and in basements In cages and prison cells Wishing that the citizen's myth they could dispel Until you see the faces In the limestone on the pipe Don't tell the tragic monsters what loneliness is like And is there any wonder That some misfits lose their mind? Left to fumble asunder In the world deaf, dumb, and blind And can they sense our justice When they commit their crime? How can they abide our justice? They're already doing time What we don't know (x7) Can't hurt us yet