Oh you're naked as sin under those fig leaves
Trying to hide for cover in between the trees
But the devil's been whispering into your ear
And another voice is asking what you're doing here
But you don't know
You don't know
You don't know
You don't know
It's a long walk now down to God knows where
And the look on your face says the devil may care
But his work here is done so he'll be on his way
When you're melting in the sun and you wish you could pray
But you don't know
You don't know
You don't know
You don't know
But the tree was withered in the morning light
And they cut the damned thing down
And you saw him die
But you don't know
You don't know
You don't know
You don't know
You don't know
You don't know
You don't know
You don't know