Lletres: Extreme. Waiting For The Punchline. Hip Today.

You'll be gone tomorrow
you'll be gone tomorrow
gone tomorrow

you're preoccupied
with the latest fashion
hip today, hip today
with wide open eyes
on the next big thing
you can cash in
hip today, hip today

no never contrived
it's an overnight sensation
a clever disguise
that hides all of your
pretension
sally's selling out
her seashells for souls
hope i don't die
before i get old

hip today
you'll be gone tomorrow
you'll be gone tomorrow
gone tomorrow

dancing in your head
visions of rave reviews
hip today, hip today
believing all that's read
conceiving another guru
hip today, hip today

having made your bed
falling short of filling shoes
you've been left for dead
'cause there's always
someone new
sally's selling out
her seashells for souls
hope i don't die
before i get old