The sun'll be gone tomorrow
Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow
There'll be pain
Just thinkin' about tomorrow
Brings to mind the wailing and the sorrow,
Of hell's reign
When I'm stuck in a pot
That's hot and lonely
I just pick up my chin
And skin, and say, no...
The sun'll be gone tomorrow
So you got to bleed on till' tomorrow,
For all time!