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 Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com