Tomorrow - Kemopetrol

It’s time for the time to decide

To walk through the door and get on with your life

Or to play the role of a know-it-all

It’s strange how we have to supply

Answers to questions that’ve lived past their time

And it’s tiring — I’m not even trying

The schools and the systems

Hands without blisters

The world’s a website, the screen is too bright

I need time to think about tomorrow

Hysterical horses and powdered-up noses

The sweet smelling shit in the shoes that don’t fit

I need time to figure out tomorrow

So where are your papers and pens

Now that the pressure’s getting real intense?

Seal your fate by being a second late

So where is your self-confidence

Now that nothing seems to be making sense?

Can you stand straight and handle the debate

Idols and heroes, our winners and zeroes

The line it is thin but we split everything

I need time to think about tomorrow

They push and they shovel

I’ll stay on my level

I’m not anyone, not a plant in the sun

In my mind another kind of tomorrow