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? Well, 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, yeah 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 see these things? 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 Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 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 'Cause I plan to have some real fine dreams