作词 : Reid, Reid
It could be tomorrow, or it could be today 
When the sky takes the soul 
The earth takes the clay 
I sometimes wonder why 
I pray When my spirit drives away 
With a faith and a bit of luck 
And a half-tonne bomb in the back of a truck 
Feel the towel it's wet with sorrow 
From the tears we'll shed tomorrow 
Don't bring flowers, take a chance 
On some graves you should dance 
It its tomorrow, or if its today 
I don't say it will be, 
I just say it may 
When I'm on my knees 
To the gates 
I'll stumble 
And plead my case 
In a style thats humble.