The La-Z-Boy 500

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 while we die