制作
出演艺人
Che Cherry
伴唱
Richard Brokensha
电低音吉他
制作和工程
Peter Psaros
混音工程师
Herb Vila
制作人
歌词
I Lift my collar
Drift and lit the chronic
Stroll down the wharf
Waters glisten like the onyx
Amidst the solace of profits and atomics
Sit and sip the tonic in my office with the phonics
Resisting conmen, posh and pushing products
Lazing in the commons, swash but looking polished
Lift like braille
Underhand, behold the moral
This twisted tale
Of The man who sold tomorrow
Just a knave
Out of phase
From wholes that's hallowed
With bottom dollars
Folding commas like the scholar
Still depraved
Touting shame
In holes and hollows
Holding flames to the mirror of my sorrows
Desperado
Open roads
I test the throttle
Less bravado
Spoken prose
I Left the bottle
Blessed apostle
With tongues like Pentecostal
I'll press the motto
Into flesh and rest tomorrow
Tomorrows gone
I'm waiting on the new year
Going nuclear
Satan in a suit here
I sold tomorrow
For a vapour and a root beer
Waiting on the moral
Like a saviour with the truth, man
Where we gonna go from here?
Where we gonna go from here?
Tomorrow is gone
Tomorrow is gone
Godless and I'm nuclear
Straight from Tartarus
In a star ship drinking root beer
Beg your pardon
Made me modest with astute ear
Great regardless
Got some tarnish on my suit here
Freights from harbours
In departments with the crew cleared
Brace the starboard
Painting targets with a mute fear
Late for harvest
Raiding larders for my new year
Lay the garnish
On the starfish with the blue pear
Trading martyrs
Look to bargain with the future
Forever starving
Breathing carbon till I'm putrid
Laced with hardness
In the carcass like a suture
Scrape the margins
In the market with the coupon
Snakes and dodgers
In your pockets and your soup bowl
Fake bravado
Take your locket and your suit whole
Make deposits
In the commons like a group home
State departments
In your closet with a view clear
Godless and I'm nuclear
Tomorrows gone
I'm waiting on the new year
Going nuclear
Satan in a suit here
I sold tomorrow
For a vapour and a root beer
Waiting on the moral
Like a saviour with the truth, man
Where we gonna go from here?
Where we gonna go from here?
Tomorrow is gone
Tomorrow is gone
Written by: Richard Anonymous
