Tuesday's Dead - Remastered 2021

Oh, if I make a mark in time
I can't say the mark is mine
I'm only the underline
Of the word

Yes, I'm like him, just like you
I can't tell you what to do
Like everybody else, I'm searchin' through
What I've heard

Whoa, where do you go
When you don't want no one to know?
Who told tomorrow
Tuesday's dead?

Oh, preacher, won't you paint my dream?
Won't you show me where you' been?
Show me what I haven't seen
To ease my mind

'Cause I will learn to understand
If I have a helpin' hand
I wouldn't make another demand
All my life

Whoa, where do you go
When you don't want no one to know?
Who told tomorrow
Tuesday's dead?

What's my sex, what's my name?
All in all, it's all the same
Everybody plays a different game
That is all

Now, man my live, man may die
Searchin' for the question why
But if he tries to rule the sky
He must fall

Whoa, where do you go
When you don't want no one to know?
Who told tomorrow
Tuesday's dead?

Now, every second, on the nose (whoa)
The humdrum of the (whoa) city grows (whoa)
Reachin' out beyond (whoa) the throes
Of our time

We must try to shake it down (whoa)
Do our best to break (whoa) the ground (whoa)
Try to turn the world (whoa) around
One more time

Yes, we must try to shake it down
Do our best to break the ground
Try to turn the world around
One more time

Whoa, where do you go
When you don't want no one to know?
Who told tomorrow
Tuesday's dead?