no there's no knowin'

no you'll never know who you can trust

'til all the ones you can't are all down in hell

from those, the ones you did

throw their heads back and laugh big hearty laughs

and you'll never know who to trust

'till all those you could

wear halos as crowns

and from those, all you didn't

shake their heads and turn their backs

on your old lonely bones

no you can't know who to trust

here on the ground

that's why the best place for things

is in some old beat up clothes

so old they've become part of your soul

and there they will stay

until armageddon, apocalypse, old judgement day

the day when all souls

living or dead

will be laid bare anyway

no you'll never know who to trust

until they're all underground

and you'll say

she was a good one

and he was a bad

no there's no knowin'

who's got the devil in 'em

and who's been touched by the hand of god