Tears drop from end of a steel rail
fierce chop and chasing the tiger’s tail
golden disks over silver eyes
old tin roofs under chromic skies
world...
of...
tomorrow...
today
Raindrops leak around golden disks
rain stops leaving a pale mist
past tense and a future perfect come
nonsense words slipping past my tongue
world...
of...
tomorrow...
today
Who ya gonna blame for your sins?
Who ya gonna make your scapegoat?
Who ya gonna blame for your sins?
Who ya gonna make your scapegoat?
blame it on...
blame it on...
blame it on the world
of tomorrow, today
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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