There is no heaven and there is no hell 

No limbo in-between -- I think it's all a lie 

Just a white light out to velvet black 

and back to neutral gray -- that's all when we die 



There is no fate that divides our day 

no spirits hard at work, no unseen hand at play 

people talk like it's a given thing 

I dunno what they mean -- nor, I suspect, do they 

I guess that's OK 



But how do you know I'm not a sentimental man? 

is it really so hard to see these things? I guess it is 

I couldn't tell you why, I think it's right there 

nobody's perfect, but I'm doing what I can 

and you best believe I'll keep it real 



I'm an old testament type of guy 

I like my coffee black, and my parole denied 

even as I flake on every deal 

I ever made with myself, before the ink could dry 

Well I should keep that one inside... 



How do you know I'm not a sentimental man? 

is it really so hard to catch that vibe? I guess it is 

I couldn't tell you why, I think it's plain to see 

certain disaster, and I really couldn't say how the fuck I could let this get 

so far 



How do you know that I'm not your biggest fan? 

Can you really make that case so clear? I think you can't 

I don't know why you try, I guess it's all a game 

I'm under the covers and I'm telling you good night 

'cos I plan to have some real fine dreams