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.