Always Tomorrow

Down on yourself Down on yourself There's always tomorrow I'd been waiting there for quite some time Under the blinding layer of grey that kept my eyes from wandering skyward Instead I closed them, and found myself fixated on the noise A new grade of sleeping spells By the criminals in charge of the soundsystem Filth and comfort Pleasure and propaganda The urban incantation that you have no choice but to engage And with that notion I'll enlist my dollars to burn in Hell Dollars from summer From labor For winter And for water To drink when I'm thirsty And to consider if only for a moment That we are blindly rambling along You know that I love you I'll begin by planting a forest Then painting my house green To make it difficult to see from satellite And I'll stay there, and I'll watch as my friends succeed While I figure out a way I can measure anything That I do manage to spit An itch on the neck I'm tossing my silver to the stars For you