Tomorrow Never Knows
He listens to Simon & Garfunkel.
He see's the same old honeysuckle.
Riding down that old country road
on his shoulder, he carry's life's heavy load.
He forgot about the money he owes
so he will probably get shot,
and die alone in the cold.
That's what life is like to us
we're not happy till a bullet fly's through us
you know what, screw us.
As one flower dies, another one grows
when the window breaks, the wind still blows.
Tomorrow never knows.
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