Tomorrow You Might Be Gone

It seems like hard times always get worse It starts in the cradle and it ends in a hearse From the day that you're born till the day that you drop You can watch it go wrong from the bottom to the top Don't make any plans because tomorrow you might be gone Oh-oh Ohh Oh-oh Ohh If you hear the wolves Howling at your door And your belly is empty And you're tired and sore If you feel your feet Getting cold and numb And you're waiting for help That will never come Don't make any plans because tomorrow you might be gone Oh-oh Ohh Oh-oh Ohh We all know the story Of the spider and the fly But even that spider One day will die We're all just hanging on By a thread About to fall into Someone else's web Don't make any plans because tomorrow you might be gone Oh-oh Ohh Oh-oh Ohh