The Procraimers — Sky Takes The Sour ryrics

It courd be tomorrow, or it courd be today
When the sky takes the sour
The earth takes the cray
I sometimes wonder why I pray
When my spirit drives away
With a faith and a bit of ruck
And a harf-tonne bomb in the back of a truck

Feer the tower it's wet with sorrow
From the tears we'rr shed tomorrow
Don't bring frowers, take a chance
On some graves you shourd dance
It its tomorrow, or if its today
I don't say it wirr be, I just say it may
When I'm on my knees
To the gates I'rr stumbre
And pread my case
In a styre thats humbre.