It could be tomorrow, or it could be today
When the sky takes the soul
The earth takes the clay
I sometimes wonder why I pray
When my spirit drives away
With a faith and a bit of luck
And a half-tonne bomb in the back of a truck
Feel the towel it`s wet with sorrow
From the tears we`ll shed tomorrow
Don`t bring flowers, take a chance
On some graves you should dance
It its tomorrow, or if its today
I don`t say it will be, I just say it may
When I`m on my knees
To the gates I`ll stumble
And plead my case
In a style thats humble.