Pay Tomorrow
It's all going down in the center of town.
There's so much to have,
You can have it right now!
So get out the plastic, and promise to
Buy now, pay tomorrow.
We'll all look so fine in the center of town.
We'll wine and we'll dine 'till we fall to the ground.
We'll have a great time,
'Cause we can pay tomorrow.
Life is such a breeze, we're all so pleased,
It's got no consequences!
Florets indulge our senses and burn it with finances.
In this fulfillment delivered to our front door
After all it's easy: pay tomorrow!
It's all running out on the edge of the town.
We've had a great drought, no food in the ground,
So we'll go to town, and we'll have to
buy now, pay tomorrow.
Hey check out this menu, check out this food.
It looks like that same stuff we sold to that dude,
The one with the checkbook who
Promised to pay tomorrow.
Life is so unfeasible when subject to such nonchalances
When they indulge the senses flashed out to our expenses.
Every day torment delivered to our front door.
If only we could say we'll pay tomorrow!
It's all going down in the center of town.
The circle of promises has come back around.
We're all out of stock, there's nothing to buy now pay tomorrow.
There's nothing to eat, there's nothing to buy.
Don't mention your dream, it's just pie in the sky.
Oh, look what it says here in the small print: pay tomorrow!
There's so much to have,
You can have it right now!
So get out the plastic, and promise to
Buy now, pay tomorrow.
We'll all look so fine in the center of town.
We'll wine and we'll dine 'till we fall to the ground.
We'll have a great time,
'Cause we can pay tomorrow.
Life is such a breeze, we're all so pleased,
It's got no consequences!
Florets indulge our senses and burn it with finances.
In this fulfillment delivered to our front door
After all it's easy: pay tomorrow!
It's all running out on the edge of the town.
We've had a great drought, no food in the ground,
So we'll go to town, and we'll have to
buy now, pay tomorrow.
Hey check out this menu, check out this food.
It looks like that same stuff we sold to that dude,
The one with the checkbook who
Promised to pay tomorrow.
Life is so unfeasible when subject to such nonchalances
When they indulge the senses flashed out to our expenses.
Every day torment delivered to our front door.
If only we could say we'll pay tomorrow!
It's all going down in the center of town.
The circle of promises has come back around.
We're all out of stock, there's nothing to buy now pay tomorrow.
There's nothing to eat, there's nothing to buy.
Don't mention your dream, it's just pie in the sky.
Oh, look what it says here in the small print: pay tomorrow!
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Writer(s): Timothy Charles Shaw
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