Tomorrow Never Comes

Turn off your mind, you better just stay hesh
Magnetic dying, magnetic dying

Just keep them close, surrender to the void
Sun is shining, sun is shining

That you may see the day that never comes
It is feeling, it is feeling

That beer is all and a four-letter word
It is knowing what is brewing

That decadence created raised the dead
They are hiding, they are crawling

But splatter all the color on your gray
It is our living, it is our living

Or play the game, drink up until the end
This I am swearing, this I am swearing