other. And groupies, on their way to war, Get to write the next film score. But the rock and roll star knows his glory is really nothing. Men of religion
was like, "I'm clueless, why?" The question was rhetorical, the answer is horrible Our morals are out of place and got our lives full of sorrow And so tomorrow
helps us to bring Peace against the darkness, which is un-Godly So, what's the black man's true religion, who should we follow? Use your own intuition, you are tomorrow
lit up with perfume and mad boom And there's video taping bloomin' ass's on the zoomin' lens Rollin' on you nondescript niggaz You're marked for death like Colombians with bad
will die Out of torment there's no tomorrow A sacred heart, an unholy lie The place where demons and angels will die Left out alone there's no tomorrow
we really are Is what you see in me really what i wanna be? Is this all for me Is this all for you? Is this all we see in ourselves? Thanks to Keith (ss_bad_religion
like, "I'm clueless, why?" The question was rhetorical, the answer is horrible Our morals are out of place and got our lives full of sorrow And so tomorrow
you stand strong bold Yo we never know what tomorrow gon' hold [Chorus: sung] We can live today, but we're not promised tomorrow We can pass away, say
) Good morning sunshine (Yo) Good morning sunshine sunshine Good morning Sunshine-shine I ain't the cat y'all saw yesterday I mean by tomorrow I won'
I really come this far Just to discover how unlucky you are Did I really travel this distance Just to discover the dark that you keep A bad day, a bad religion
up with perfume, and mad boom And there's video taping bloomin ass's on the zoomin lens Rollin on you nondescript niggaz You're marked for death like Colombians with bad
Accept eccentric faith To need religion To sit high among the elect On march the saints... There's no such thing as a good time for bad luck As minutes
. And groupies, on their way to war, get to write the next film score. But the rock and roll star knows his glory is really nothing. Men of religion
song she sang Died tired of this living thing Most I knew never made it to drinking age Sometimes I fight Gipp Should I spend or should I hold on for what tomorrow
Out of torment there's no tomorrow A sacred heart, an unholy lie The place where demons and angels will die I'm left out alone, there's no tomorrow