Galactic Cowboys - Tomorrow

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)

What you gonna do tomorrow?
What you gonna do when it's over?
I just don't fit into the clique
You're so hip you make me sick
What you gonna do tomorrow?
Tomorrow

Pay no attention to quality
(Churning out the pap like a factory)
The only standard is how you 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)

What you gonna do tomorrow?
What you gonna do when it's over?
I just don't fit into the clique
You're so hip you make me sick
What you gonna do tomorrow?
Tomorrow, tomorrow

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

What you gonna do tomorrow?
What you gonna do when it's over?
I just don't fit into the clique
You're so hip you make me sick
What you gonna do tomorrow? (x3)
Tomorrow, tomorrow

It's over
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