I swear by the hair on my chest and the rocks in my pocket Their towers will fall with time I won't let my dead eyes rest not for a second My poems without a rhyme I hope there's not a heaven I hope there's not a heaven I hope there's not a heaven I hope there's not a heaven Is a man still a man with his feet in the sand At the bottom of the riverbed Does it matter anyway what's been said has been said If I die I won't live again I hope there's not a heaven I hope there's not a heaven I hope there's not a heaven I hope there's not a heaven No one here to keep me in To lock me in your apartment No one here to put me out To stop me from burning this rose garden carpet I hope there's not a heaven I hope there's not a heaven I hope there's not a heaven I hope there's not a heaven