Tekstovi: Extreme. Waiting For The Punchline. Hip Today.

You'll be gone tomorrow
You'll be gone tomorrow
Gone tomorrow

Preoccupied with the latest fashion
Hip today, hip today
With wide open eyes on the next big thing you can cash in
Hip today, hip today

No never contrived it's an overnight sensation
A clever disguise that hides all of your pretension
Sally's selling out her seashells for souls
Hope I don't die before I get old

Hip today
You'll be gone tomorrow
You'll be gone tomorrow
Gone tomorrow

Hip today
You'll be gone tomorrow
You'll be gone tomorrow
Gone tomorrow

Dancing in your head visions of rave reviews
Hip today
Believing all that's read conceiving another guru
Hip today, hip today

And having made your bed falling short of filling shoes
You've been left for dead 'cause there's always someone new
Sally's selling out her seashells for souls
I hope I don't die, I hope I don't die before I get old

Hip today
You'll be gone tomorrow
You'll be gone tomorrow
Gone tomorrow

Hip today
You'll be gone tomorrow
You'll be gone tomorrow
Gone tomorrow

Hip today
You'll be gone tomorrow
You'll be gone tomorrow
Gone tomorrow

Hip today
You'll be gone tomorrow
You'll be gone tomorrow
Gone tomorrow

Hip today
You'll be gone tomorrow
You'll be gone tomorrow
Gone tomorrow

Hip today
You'll be gone tomorrow
You'll be gone tomorrow
Gone tomorrow

Hip today
You'll be gone tomorrow
You'll be gone tomorrow
Gone tomorrow