I swear by the hair on my chest and the rocks in my pocket
Their towers will fall with time
I won't let my dead eyes rest not for a second
My poems without a rhyme
I hope there's not a heaven
I hope there's not a heaven
I hope there's not a heaven
I hope there's not a heaven
Is a man still a man with his feet in the sand
At the bottom of the riverbed
Does it matter anyway what's been said has been said
If I die I won't live again
I hope there's not a heaven
I hope there's not a heaven
I hope there's not a heaven
I hope there's not a heaven
No one here to keep me in
To lock me in your apartment
No one here to put me out
To stop me from burning this rose garden carpet
I hope there's not a heaven
I hope there's not a heaven
I hope there's not a heaven
I hope there's not a heaven