Uh Oh

The good ole days were never Good Ole Days It was today and maybe tomorrow Tomorrow never turns out how it's supposed to Tomorrow is a Turkish prison movie Written by a hack Why would I want to be a character in a story like that? Deliver unto me Big Beat Street Where lovers compete, oh yeah Beg, steal or borrow tomorrow Come up with a scheme On the way from a dream Flying cars Mothmen on Mars Lightning bugs trapped in peanut butter jars Deliver unto me Big Beat Street Where lovers compete Pop radios beep In pulsing heat, asphalt reflected In the never-ending now You've got me and I've got thou UFO Theatre Conspiracy traumas Young marble giants Low spark high llamas Tomorrow never turns out What it's supposed to be about Deliver unto me Big Beat Street Where lovers compete Pop radios beep In the never-ending now You've got me and I've got thou Beg, steal or borrow tomorrow Beg, steal or borrow tomorrow Beg, steal or borrow tomorrow Deliver unto me Big Beat Street Where lovers compete Pop radios beep, uh oh... Big Beat Street Big Beat Street