It could be tomorrow,
or it could be today
when the sky takes the soul
the earth takes the clay
i sometimes wonder why i pray
when my spirit drives away
with a faith and a bit of luck
and a half-tonne bomb
in the back of a truck
Feel the towel it's wet with sorrow
from the tears we'll shed tomorrow
don't bring flowers, take a chance
on some graves you should dance
it its tomorrow, or if its today
i don't say it will be,
i just say it may
when i'm on my knees
to the gates i'll stumble
and plead my case
in a style thats humble.