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 its wet with sorrow
From the tears well shed tomorrow
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 its wet with sorrow
From the tears well shed tomorrow
Dont bring flowers, take a chance
On some graves you should dance
It its tomorrow, or if its today
I dont say it will be, I just say it may
When Im on my knees
To the gates Ill stumble
And plead my case
In a style thats humble.