[ Featuring the No-Hellers ]
Well I'll be around when the stars are falling down
The bodies, a-shiverin' in their graves
And I'll be around when the house comes to the ground
And watch as nobody's saved
When I'm an old man, I'll have furrows in my brow
As deep as the ruts in the road
And I'll have wrinkles that rustle when I walk
And hair as white as the snow
Tell it how you like and I'll call it like it is
We don't have nowhere to go
The fire's in the heart, and the fire's outside,
And the fire's a-burnin' below
Who is to say that when I laugh that god isn't laughing with me?
And who is to say that when I smile, that we won't finally be free?
