Lyrics of Sentimental man

There is no heaven and there is no hell
No limbo in-between -- i think it's all a lie
Just a white light out to velvet black
And back to neutral gray -- that's all when we die

There is no fate that divides our day
No spirits hard at work, no unseen hand at play
People talk like it's a given thing
I dunno what they mean -- nor, i suspect, do they
I guess that's ok

But how do you know i'm not a sentimental man?
Is it really so hard to see these things? i guess it is
I couldn't tell you why, i think it's right there
Nobody's perfect, but i'm doing what i can
And you best believe i'll keep it real

I'm an old testament type of guy
I like my coffee black, and my parole denied
Even as i flake on every deal
I ever made with myself, before the ink could dry
Well i should keep that one inside...

How do you know i'm not a sentimental man?
Is it really so hard to catch that vibe? i guess it is
I couldn't tell you why, i think it's plain to see
Certain disaster, and i really couldn't say how the fuck i could let this get
So far

How do you know that i'm not your biggest fan?
Can you really make that case so clear? i think you can't
I don't know why you try, i guess it's all a game
I'm under the covers and i'm telling you good night
'cos i plan to have some real fine dreams