hang down your head
there's nothing that remains
after your dead
you don't even keep your name
you've convinced yourself the book is never wrong
but what you'll find out will shake you to the bone
i saw no fire in your street
only the stones you've thrown at me
does it make you feel better?
well, you know we're all just sinners
why waste your time trying to save?
you've got your foot half in the grave
you're just a soap box preacher
six feet and heading deeper
well can't you see
it's better to die on your feet
than live down on your knees
with a crowded heart and clouded mind
you won't get what you seek
but if you stop you'll find
we're just drops lost in the sea
i saw no fire in your street
only the stones you've thrown at me
does it make you feel better?
well, you know we're all just sinners
why waste your time trying to save?
you've got your foot half in the grave
you're just a soap box preacher
six feet and heading deeper
well can't you see
it's better to die on your feet
than live down on your knees
all hell is booked up
and heaven's got no vacancy
i guess that this cruel world
ain't got no place for me
we're all stuck in the middle
we're throwing our cash at books of cliches
they say the cost is little
it might work but not for me
'cause my soul
is not for sale
just be here now
hang down your head there's nothing that remains after your dead you don't even keep your name you've convinced yourself the book is never wrong but what you'll find out will shake you to the bone
i saw no fire in your street only the stones you've thrown at me does it make you feel better? well, you know we're all just sinners why waste your time trying to save? you've got your foot half in the grave you're just a soap box preacher six feet and heading deeper
well can't you see it's better to die on your feet than live down on your knees
with a crowded heart and clouded mind you won't get what you seek but if you stop you'll find we're just drops lost in the sea
i saw no fire in your street only the stones you've thrown at me does it make you feel better? well, you know we're all just sinners why waste your time trying to save? you've got your foot half in the grave you're just a soap box preacher six feet and heading deeper
well can't you see it's better to die on your feet than live down on your knees
all hell is booked up and heaven's got no vacancy i guess that this cruel world ain't got no place for me we're all stuck in the middle we're throwing our cash at books of cliches they say the cost is little
it might work but not for me 'cause my soul is not for sale just be here now