Tomorrow - Galactic Cowboys

I tried to call you but you were gone

Way too busy stickin' the labels on

Deciding who will swim in the talent pool

And what is cool

Cultivating more popularity

Overly concerned with what not to be

Trendy little fashions that please the eye

You’ll televise

What cha gonna do tomorrow?

What cha gonna do when it’s over?

I just don’t fit into the clique

You’re so hip you make me sick

What cha gonna do tomorrow, tomorrow?

Pay no attention to quality

Churning out the pap like a factory

The only standard is how ya feel

Not what is real

You never heard a word that I said

Totally convinced that the sound was dead

Creating categories that fit the times

Condition minds

What cha gonna do tomorrow?

What cha gonna do when it’s over?

I just don’t fit into the clique

You’re so hip you make me sick

What cha gonna do tomorrow, tomorrow?

You move 'em in and move 'em out like they were cattle

Burn a brand into their hide

With all apologies to L.A. and Seattle

Cloning is Artistic suicide

What cha gonna do tomorrow?

What cha gonna do when it’s over?

I just don’t fit into the clique

You’re so hip you make me sick

What cha gonna do tomorrow?

What cha gonna do tomorrow?

What cha gonna do tomorrow?

Tomorrow, tomorrow