Tomorrow

I tried to call you but you were gone
 Way too busy stickin' the labels on
 Deciding who will swim in the talent pool- and what is cool
 Cultivating more popularity
 Overly concerned with what not to be
 Trendy little fashions that please the eye- you'll televise
 Whatcha gonna do tomorrow?
 Whatcha gonna do when it's over?
 I just don't fit into the clique
 You're so hip you make me sick
 Whatcha gonna do tomorrow?
 Pay no attention to quality
 Churning out the pap like a factory
 The only standard is how ya feel- not what is real
 You never heard a word that I said
 Totally convinced that the sound was dead
 Creating categories that fit the times- condition minds
 You move 'em in and move 'em out like they were cattle
 Burn a brand into their hide
 With all apologies to L.A. and Seattle
 Cloning is artistic suicide