sing a song about smoking flames
bugged out on lazy yesterdays
lets pretend this poverty is crime
and sit on our porches like we do it all the time
oh!
out on these mean streets its all the same
i wash my shoes as they turn me on my way
i step to the beat everywhere i go
of the television
screamin' out these windows
they were just playin', party ends
when the bell tolls ill be fine
they say livin' is a lot like dyin'
when the bell tolls ill be fine
they say livin' is a lot like dyin'
a lot like dyin'
all the boys are simply over head
nobody's cryin' cuz were already dead
so our days are glossing around
like every other worthless face livin' in this town
this is the only chance we have
when the bell tolls ill be fine
they say that livin' is a lot like dyin'
when the bell tolls ill be fine
they say livin' is a lot like dyin'
a lot like dyin'
oh oh oh
oh oh oh
oh
Yo Jesus, they killed you won't send you this time
your precious savior is laughing while you die
when the bell tolls ill be fine
they say that livin' is a lot like dyin'
when the bell tolls ill be fine
they say livin' is a lot like dyin'
when the bell tolls ill be fine
they say that livin' is a lot like dyin'
Yo Jesus they ain't gonna save you this time
your precious savior is laughing
your precious savior is laughing
your precious savior is laughing
laughing while we die
laughing while we die
laughing while we die