Tuesday's Dead

Oh, if I make a mark in time Then I can say the mark is mine I'm only the underline of the word Yes, I'm like him Just like you An' I can't tell you what to do Like everybody else I'm searchin' through, what I've heard Woah, where do you go When you don't want no one to know? Who told tomorrow Tuesday's dead? Oh Preacher, won't you paint my dream? Won't you show me where you've been? Show me what I haven't seen to ease my mind 'Cause I will learn to understand If I have a helpin' hand I wouldn't make another demand all my life Woah, where do you go When you don't want no one to know? Who told tomorrow Tuesday's dead? What's my s*x, what's my name? All in all, it's all the same Everybody plays a different game, that is all Now, man may live, man may die Searchin' for the question, "Why" But if he tries to rule the sky, he must fall Woah, where do you go When you don't want no one to know? Who told tomorrow Tuesday's dead? Now every second on the nose (Woah) The humdrum of the city grows (Woah, woah) Reachin' out beyond the throes of our time (Woah) We must try to shake it down (Woah) Do our best to break the ground (Woah, woah) Try to turn the world around one more time (Woah) Yea, we must try to shake it down Do our best to break the ground Try to turn the world around one more time Woh, where do you go When you don't want no one to know? Who told tomorrow Tuesday's dead?