Tomorrow Never Comes

Turn off your mind, you better just stay hesh Magnetic dying, magnetic dying Just keep them close, surrender to the void Sun is shining, sun is shining That you may see the day that never comes It is feeling, it is feeling That beer is all and a four-letter word It is knowing what is brewing That decadence created raised the dead They are hiding, they are crawling But splatter all the color on your gray It is our living, it is our living Or play the game, drink up until the end This I am swearing, this I am swearing