Gone Tomorrow

Everybody wants to tell a story But no one's got a thing to say Everybody's scared of saying nothing How else would they prove that they're here today And gone tomorrow Not much pain and not much sorrow Gone tomorrow, but here today Not much skill for not much pay My friend Tommy, he does origami Forever in the morning shade His girl Trisha, ooh, she's gonna hit ya With a blazing hot beam from her amazing ray gun Gone, gone tomorrow Some might steal and some might borrow Gone tomorrow, but here today Not much kill for not much prey