元ネタ:トゥモロー・イズ・トゥデイ(原題Tomorrow Is Today Billy Joel)
作:ヤジタリウス
I've been writhing as a result
And I just get to say what I've been
But I'm staid and little raged
So my sorrow is mislaid
And I just get to say what I've been
But I'm staid and little raged
So my sorrow is mislaid
To niggle over my life is shaky
And I'm not here for what I've done
Something succumbs to range of life
So my sorrow is mislaid
And I'm not here for what I've done
Something succumbs to range of life
So my sorrow is mislaid
I don't want to get sour
'Cause it makes me weary
I don't have to be highbrow
There're already yeas arrayed
'Cause it makes me weary
I don't have to be highbrow
There're already yeas arrayed
To straighten out toward wrongdoer
How that meaning goes away
And at the close of all your grouping
When my sorrow just weighed
How that meaning goes away
And at the close of all your grouping
When my sorrow just weighed
Oh, oh, until I've satisfied by the meaning
Or I've kneeled to your way
And I'm just in awe of what you're saying
So your fellows are okayed
Or I've kneeled to your way
And I'm just in awe of what you're saying
So your fellows are okayed
Oh, my, bowing to the giver
Who'll get rid of the adored shill saying all aboard
Make your day, how I should acquit
If I say nay, deem it due permit
To negate for much spate
I'll see a lot of strife and get a little set for having it
Who refuses something that fulfills morality play
Who'll get rid of the adored shill saying all aboard
Make your day, how I should acquit
If I say nay, deem it due permit
To negate for much spate
I'll see a lot of strife and get a little set for having it
Who refuses something that fulfills morality play
It's anything but marred schemes that's laid away
Who'll still believe in it
Who'll still believe in it
I don't want to get sour
'Cause it makes me weary
I don't have to be highbrow
There're already yeas arrayed
'Cause it makes me weary
I don't have to be highbrow
There're already yeas arrayed
So I'm reliving what you're beginning
Status quo that dread will obey
So much muff that will all be yours
Where my sorrow is mislaid...
Status quo that dread will obey
So much muff that will all be yours
Where my sorrow is mislaid...