Nothing Feels Good

I don’t know East Texas from Louisiana
And I don’t know Alabama or where Atlanta lies
Where Atlanta is tonight
And Indianapolis summers in park and recreation pools
And carsick vacations in size eleven
In «I'm going to heaven"shoes
And I don’t know God
And I don’t know anyone
And I don’t know God
And I don’t know if anything at all will be all right
I don’t know Billy Ocean, I don’t know the ocean floor
I don’t own any albums, I don’t know anything
I don’t go to college anymore
I don’t know God
And I don’t know anyone
And I don’t know God
And I don’t know if anything at all will be all right
I’ve got my hands on the one end
And I don’t know where to put them