Tomorrow Never Comes
John Lennon / Paul McCartney
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