Sentimental Man — текст песни (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

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 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 fuck 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
`cos I plan to have some real fine dreams