What do you do for a living
Then she started laughing
I thought she was making fun
Just like Orel and Gringe
But the change in tone
She turns into a door
She can make you suffocate
Bumper-bash you, dislocate you
I'm playing in a dive bar
Beat-up and full of jockeys
I didn't come here to suffer
Is that tomorrow it'll be fine
I met on the platform
Of the aptly named station
They wanted to talk to me
In the middle of passers-by
Like a sketch he would've
He seemed more fascinating
He made me laugh when he thought
Emotion must be giving him
Tells me he wants everything
He's got words to unload
I was playing in a dive bar
They repeat everything I say
I didn't come here to suffer
Is that tomorrow it'll be fine
Is that tomorrow it'll be fine
Is that tomorrow it'll be fine
Is that tomorrow it'll be fine