Tomorrow’s A Sickness

I’ve been waiting for a sign
Something to tell me that its time
But tonight I solved life’s mystery
Just don’t repeat my history
I know what I’ve got to do

Cause tomorrow’s a sickness
Where waiting is endless
And all that talk is useless
Against mans pursuit of gold and girl
It’s a pretty, pretty, pretty ugly world

Now nice is only good it seems
Til the ends justify the means
Well there’s two types of people I’ve been told
Those who are bought and those who are sold
I can sing it til I’m blue
But I know what I’ve got to do

Cause tomorrow’s a sickness
Where waiting is endless
And all that talk is useless
Against mans pursuit of land & pearls
It’s a pretty, pretty, pretty ugly world