Tomorrow Songtext
I tried to call you but you were gone
Way too busy stickin' the labels on
Deciding who will swim in the talent pool- and what is cool
Cultivating more popularity
Overly concerned with what not to be
Trendy little fashions that please the eye- you'll televise
Whatcha gonna do tomorrow?
Whatcha gonna do when it's over?
Way too busy stickin' the labels on
Deciding who will swim in the talent pool- and what is cool
Cultivating more popularity
Overly concerned with what not to be
Trendy little fashions that please the eye- you'll televise
Whatcha gonna do tomorrow?
Whatcha gonna do when it's over?
I just don't fit into the clique
You're so hip you make me sick
Whatcha gonna do tomorrow?
Pay no attention to quality
Churning out the pap like a factory
The only standard is how ya feel- not what is real
You never heard a word that I said
Totally convinced that the sound was dead
Creating categories that fit the times, condition minds
You move 'em in and move 'em out like they were cattle
Burn a brand into their hide
With all apologies to L.A. and Seattle
Cloning is artistic suicide
You're so hip you make me sick
Whatcha gonna do tomorrow?
Pay no attention to quality
Churning out the pap like a factory
The only standard is how ya feel- not what is real
You never heard a word that I said
Totally convinced that the sound was dead
Creating categories that fit the times, condition minds
You move 'em in and move 'em out like they were cattle
Burn a brand into their hide
With all apologies to L.A. and Seattle
Cloning is artistic suicide
VOUILLOUX, MARC ANTOINE
© Universal Music Publishing Group
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