Texty: Youth Brigade. To Sell The Truth. Tomorrow.

Another cigarette
Another cup of coffee
Another cup of empty dreams
Another wasted day
I got no politics
No faith! No means! No anything!
I got no confidence!
No reason to persist!

and I don't wanna see...Don't wanna see tommorow!
Don't wanna see tommorow!

And when the day is done
I lie down with insomnia
Until the rising sun bathes me in a shroud
Of uselessness
Incompetence
This can't go on, this makes no sense
Another days gone by
I can't find happiness

and I don't wanna see...Don't wanna see tommorow!
Don't wanna see tommorow!

I'm gonna take an elevator ride
Thirteen floors up in the sky
and look down on this mess
Someday I'm gonna rise above the degradation!
Alienation!
This whole fucked up situation!
and make it all go away

and I don't wanna see...Don't wanna see tommorow!
Don't wanna see tommorow!
Don't wanna see tommorow!
Don't wanna see tommorow!

[Guitar Solo]

Don't wanna see tommorow!
Don't wanna see tommorow!
Don't wanna see tommorow!
Don't wanna see tommorow!

[Burp]