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 windowsAnd we're just waiting for the endWhen 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 dyingAll 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 townThis is the only chance we haveWhen 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 dyingYour Jesus, he cannot save you this time
Your precious savior is laughing while you dieWhen 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 dyingYour Jesus savior won't save you this time
Your precious savior is laughing while we die