Tomorrow is Not New - Swingin Utters

Bite your tongue, fight your addictions

Fall in line, fall in love and know your predictions

Tomorrow is not new

And yesterday was due

Ridiculed by the fools, usually the culprit

Figurines and little beads, Jesus Christ and pulpit

Put on the pedestal by work mates and your pedigree

By the balls, the rise and fall of the hatred that’s inside of me

Entrance keys, threshold fees

Exits to your memory

Waited death, bated breath

I sleep with no anxiety

Missed my time, crooked spine

My friends and I are plain ugly and drinking a bit more heavily

Tomorrow is not new, and yesterday was due