Tomorrow

I tried to call you but you were gone
Way too busy stickin' the labels on
Deciding who will swim in the talent pool
And what is cool
Cultivating more popularity
Overly concerned with what not to be
Trendy little fashions that please the eye
You’ll televise
What cha gonna do tomorrow?
What cha gonna do when it’s over?
I just don’t fit into the clique
You’re so hip you make me sick
What cha gonna do tomorrow, tomorrow?
Pay no attention to quality
Churning out the pap like a factory
The only standard is how ya feel
Not what is real
You never heard a word that I said
Totally convinced that the sound was dead
Creating categories that fit the times
Condition minds
What cha gonna do tomorrow?
What cha gonna do when it’s over?
I just don’t fit into the clique
You’re so hip you make me sick
What cha gonna do tomorrow, tomorrow?
You move 'em in and move 'em out like they were cattle
Burn a brand into their hide
With all apologies to L.A. and Seattle
Cloning is Artistic suicide
What cha gonna do tomorrow?
What cha gonna do when it’s over?
I just don’t fit into the clique
You’re so hip you make me sick
What cha gonna do tomorrow?
What cha gonna do tomorrow?
What cha gonna do tomorrow?
Tomorrow, tomorrow