Tomorrow Never Comes - Beatallica

Turn off your mind, you better just stay hesh

Magnetic dying, magnetic dying

Just keep them close, surrender to the void

Sun is shining, sun is shining

That you may see the day that never comes

It is feeling, it is feeling

That beer is all and a four-letter word

It is knowing what is brewing

That decadence created raised the dead

They are hiding, they are crawling

But splatter all the color on your gray

It is our living, it is our living

Or play the game, drink up until the end

This I am swearing, this I am swearing