Everybody knows a little bit
  The time for playing innocence is over
  Ignorance is a road that leads to trouble
  Wisdom is a tresure born in heaven
  Those who find it have a precious something
  Everybody knows a little bit of something
  Now everybody's entitled to his own opinion
  Critcism without knowledge
  Much is learned from small beginnings
  Much forgotten causing folly
  I saw a man stare in silence
  Why can't he be honest with who he want's to believe
  A cry for help were the words written on the cover of a magazine
  And I know what it means