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