let s sing a song about smoke and flames that burned down our lazy yesterdays let s pretend this poverty is fine and sit on our front porches like we do it all the time out on these mean streets it s all the same i watch my shoes while they turn me on my way and i step to the beat everywhere i go of 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 all 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 ain t gonna save you this time your precious savior is laughing while you die