Woorden: Joy Drop. All Too Well.

Down in the valley where the veins don't go
And the tied up tigers smoke the dope
And dream of rope fuck with everything with a face
And the straight disgrase of a mission on a mountain
Of blood tracks to the queen
In a tower of money money money
Talking to the train tracks
Working for the wrong man
Dreaming of the perfect tan
And theBeautiful voices
Telling you what you are and
The death of poetry on the pages of a magazine
Strung out on the perfect set of genes
And I don't want to be there
When it all comes crashing down
Somehow there's gonna be tomorrow
Somehow there's gonna be tomorrow
I know I know I know all too well
Funny how the days slip by without a thought in the mind
Or a moment of time with your feet on the ground
I know that this will come round
Such a beautiful thing that one day all
Of this will be gone
Nothing is sacred nothing is true nothing is blue
And I don't mind what you do
'Cause my mind is my mind in spite of you
And I don't want to be there
When it all comes crashing down

Somehow there's gonna be tomorrow
Somehow there's gonna be tomorrow
I know I know I know all too well
Standing on a spaceship looking
For like or a god or a gun or
A matchbook telephone number
To the one who might love you or
Maybe...Maybe... Maybe... Maybe... Maybe... Maybe...
Maybe it's time to close the line a stop outside
And look for the great disaster
It just might be faster
To close this book myself
And I don't want to be there
When it all comes crashing down
Somehow there's gonna be tomorrow
Somehow there's gonna be tomorrow
Somehow there's gonna be tomorrow
Somehow there's gonna be tomorrow
Somehow there's gonna be tomorrow
Somehow there's gonna be tomorrow
Somehow there's gonna be tomorrow
Somehow there's gonna be tomorrow
I know I know I know all too well
Isn't strange that we've come this far
And still don't know who we are...