I wish I knew, I wish I knew 
what makes me, me, and what makes you, you. 
It's just another point of view, ooo. 
state of mind I'm going through, yes. 
So what I see is never [bad word]  ahhh. 

I wish I could tell, I wish I could tell 
what makes a heaven what makes a [bad word]  
And do I get to ring my bell, ooo. 
Or land up in some dusty cell, no. 
While others reach the big hotel, yeah. 

I wish I had, I wish I had 
the secret of good, and the secret of bad. 
Why does this question drive me mad? ahhh. 
'Cause I was taught when but a lad, yes, 
That bad was good and good was bad, ahhh. 

I wish I knew the mystery of 
that thing called hate, and that thing called love. 
What makes the in-between so rough? ahhh. 
Why is it always push and shove? ahhh 
I guess I just don't know enough, yes.