Den här texten är otroligt obehaglig. Det är ett subtilt sorts obehag, som görs ännu starkare av den mjuka melodin och rösten som sjunger. Jag rekommenderar att man lyssnar på den, texten kan stå för sig själv, men med själva låten blir man liksom invaggad i någon slags falsk trygghet känns det som... Låten är skriven av Peter ("Spider") Stacy (som dessutom sjunger den och för övrigt så är han väldans cool).
The snakes they can crawl and the cheetahs they can bawl
And their ghosts can wait for the hereafter
But if you are so proud as to say that's not allowed
We will get sick and choke ourselves with laughter
And the girlfriends that you knew to whom you promised to be true
Will have their sisters hanging from the rafters
And every dirty shade will rise rotting from its grave
Tomorrow will be just like the day after
Oh, and this bitter desert wind will come ripping through your skin
And everything that's calm will turn to madness
And all of your false tears will come whirling down the years
And what was kind and warm will turn to sadness
And the sun and the moon will come begging at your door
The stars will turn to rust and drop from the skies
And everybody soon will be asking you for more
And everybody will be telling lies
And the girlfriends that you knew to whom you promised to be true
Will have their sisters hanging from the rafters
And every dirty shade will rise rotting from its grave
Tomorrow will be just like the day after, yeah
By now the girlfriends that you knew to whom you promised to be true
Will have their sisters hanging from the rafters
And every dirty shade will rise rotting from its grave
Tomorrow will be just like the day after
Tomorrow will be just like the day after
Tomorrow will be just like the day after
Tomorrow, just like the day after
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