This is a song about "Our tomorrow"

But i ain't get to see you today

Maybe tomorrow good lord'll take you away

Ill come back to the scene tomorrow

I gonna take it really nice and slow

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

His gift is a curse, forget the earth, he's got the urge

And take a nap till tomorrow, face down, on my chin

I'm bald bull to my little mac competition

Tonight you could blow up, tomorrow you suck

Ah hell not the beast really i don't give a fuck

Tomorrow only comes if people survive today,

And get the cake, then i'll tell them that's the winners pay

It’ll all change tomorrow

Ran outside to see the big show