I don't believe in heaven. I do believe in hell It's down the street from here, we both lived there for years We burned the calendars for warmth, and the alarm clocks just for fun We closed the blinds and made goddamn sure that we could never see the sun You could set a watch by the bottle returns and the ashtrays overflowing on the floor Nothing's free but time when you're so damn poor But the past was d**h row, and the future's a battlefield I hope we choose the right war Cause I've been fist fighting gravity since the day I learned how to breathe I still wake up on the same cold floor I fell asleep on So I won't, but we shall overcome someday I can't do it alone, but I shall be free someday I don't know how to live, but I'm sick of learning how to die Vampirism is for poseurs in junior high We made our own postal system across the continent As long as freight trains run and loners pick up dreamers with thumbs, who needs governments To get a letter to you, or a mixtape to me, or a postcard to Johnstown? What's a thousand miles between friends? What's a friend that's not worth crossing a country? But I owe money and broken hearts from Philly to Sydney and back to Vermont I regret a million things and that's only what I haven't forgot But the past was a mine field, and right now is a prison break I hope we make it alive When who we are doesn't stop where the law begins Then we'll storm their court houses to survive So I won't, but we shall overcome someday I can't do it alone, but we shall be free someday I don't know how to live, but I'm sick of learning how to die Vampirism is for poseurs in junior high