Tomorrow never comes.
What kind of fool do they take me for?
Tomorrow, a resting place for bums,
A trap set in the slums. But I know the score.
What kind of fool do they take me for?
Tomorrow, a resting place for bums,
A trap set in the slums. But I know the score.
Tomorrow, as they say, all work and no play.
What do they take me for?
Tomorrow, an awful price to pay.
I gave up yesterday, but they still want more.
-- Lottie Pendlebury (Goat Girl) 2018
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