There is a tray of little objects
The names of which I have to repeat
After looking at them for only a moment
As the tray is covered over
I can't remember many
Of the objects, of the objects
Though I can't remember the things that I don't know

But the first one was a finger that was pointing at a traitor
And the second was a penny given to me by my mother
And the third one was a plastic model of Obi-Wan Kenobi
That's been melted and disfigurеd
But I don't remember anymorе

The things that I don't know
The things that I don't know
The things that I don't know
The things that I don't know
The things that I don't know
The things that I don't know
The things that I don't know
The things that I don't know
Things that I don't know