I Shot Tomorrow

Usually I get real pissed off and wonder if anyone’s really listening to me…

Bring em back on the dead feathers
We once left for the falling birds
Bring them back all of the others
Someone fed them some holy words
I stare rigid and stony
At the hand that holds the sky
write out, spare me the money
That bleeds out of your lies

Someone took a gun
Now I shot tomorrow
Someone took a fall
I think I killed tomorrow
Someone took a gun
Now I shot tomorrow
Someone took a fall
I think I killed tomorrow

Throw them back on the dead corpses
We once held close in our arms
Throw them back, back where they started
We danced naked for the stars

I stare rigid and stony
And the hand that holds the sky
write out, spare me some money
That bleeds out of these lies

Someone took a gun
Now I shot tomorrow
Someone took a fall
I think I killed tomorrow
Someone took a gun
Now I shot tomorrow
Someone took a fall
I think I killed tomorrow