Galactic Cowboys

Tomorrow
I tried to call you but you were goneWay too busy stickin' the labels onDeciding who will swim in the talent pool- and what is coolCultivating more popularityOverly concerned with what not to beTrendy little fashions that please the eye- you'll televiseWhatcha gonna do tomorrow?Whatcha gonna do when it's over?I just don't fit into the cliqueYou're so hip you make me sickWhatcha gonna do tomorrow?Pay no attention to qualityChurning out the pap like a factoryThe only standard is how ya feel- not what is realYou never heard a word that I saidTotally convinced that the sound was deadCreating categories that fit the times, condition mindsYou move 'em in and move 'em out like they were cattleBurn a brand into their hideWith all apologies to L.A. and SeattleCloning is artistic suicide Aus Songtexte Mania