Sentimental Man - The Dismemberment Plan

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

We die we die we die we die we die 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'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 f**k 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

'Cause I plan to have some real fine dreams