I don't want knowledge,
I want certainty
In the street a man shouts out loud
A wallet drops and money flies
Into the midday sun
With the sound, with the sound,
With the sound of the ground
Oh I get a little bit afraid
Sometimes
Earthlings on fire
With the sound, with the sound,
With the sound of the ground
Sure I get a little bit afraid
Sometimes
Earthlings on fire
I don't want knowledge,
I want certainty
In a house a man drops dead
As he hits the floor he sighs
«What a morning»
Sometimes
Earthlings on fire
Oh I get a little bit
Sometimes
I don't want knowledge,
I want certainty
Oh I get a little bit afraid
Sometimes
I don't want knowledge,
I want certainty
I don't want knowledge