I don't want to know about evil,
Only want to know about love;
I don't want to know about evil,
Only want to know about love.

Sometimes it gets so hard to listen,
Hard for me to use my eyes.
And all around the gold is glistening,
Making sure it keeps me down to size.

And I don't want to know about evil,
Only want to know about love;
I don't want to know one thing about evil,
Only want to know about love.

I'm waiting for the planes to tumble,
Waiting for the towns to fall.
I'm waiting for the cities to [bad word] 
Waiting till the sea a grow.

Yes it's getting hard to listen,
Hard for us to use our eyes.
'Cause all around that gold is glistening,
Making sure it keeps us hypnotized.

And I don't want to know about evil,
I only want to know about love;
I don't want to know about evil,
Only want to know about love.

I don't want to know anything about evil,
Only want to know about love;
I don't want to know about evil,
Only want to know about love.