The La-Z-Boy 500 - The Falcon

Let's sing a song about

Smoke and flames

That burnt down

Our lazy yesterdays

Let's pretend this poverty is fine

And sit on our front porches like

We do it all the time

Go

Out on these mean streets

It's all the same

I watch my shoes

While they take me on my way

And I step to the beat

Everywhere I go

All 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 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 he cannot save you this time

Your precious savior is laughing while you die

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

When the bell tolls I'll be fine

They say that living is a lot like dying

Your Jesus savior won't 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