Let's sing a song about smoke and flames

That burnt down our lazy yesterdays

Let's pretend this poverty is fine

And sit on our front porches like we do it all the time

Go!


Out on these mean streets it's all the same

I watch my shoes while they take me on my way

And I step to the beat everywhere I go

All the televisions screaming out these windows


And we're just waiting for the end


When the bell tolls I'll be fine

They say that living is a lot like dying

When the bell tolls I'll be fine

They say living is a lot like dying

A lot like dying


All the buzzards are circling overhead

Nobody's crying cause we're already dead

I sold my days off, now I sit around

Like every other waste of space living in this town


This is the only chance we have


When the bell tolls I'll be fine

They say that living is a lot like dying

When the bell tolls I'll be fine

They say living is a lot like dying

A lot like dying


Your Jesus, he cannot save you this time

Your precious savior is laughing while you die


When the bell tolls I'll be fine

They say that living is a lot like dying

When the bell tolls I'll be fine

They say living is a lot like dying

When the bell tolls I'll be fine

They say that living is a lot like dying


Your Jesus savior won't save you this time

Your precious savior is laughing while we die