Sentimental Man

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
 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?
 Well, 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 like my coffee black
 And my parole denied, yeah
 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 see these things? 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 fuck I could let this get so far
 Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 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