sentimental man þarký sözü

there is no heaven and there´s no hell
no limbo inbetween -- 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
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 really don´t know 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 kind 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
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 distaster, and i really couldn´t say how the fuck i let this get that far

how do you know i´m not your biggest fan?
can you really make this case so clear? i think you can´t
i don´t know why you try, i think it´s all a game
i´m under the covers and i´m telling you goodnight
´cos i plan to have some real fine dreams