The Best Is yet to Come (feat. Neal Smith, Paul Beaudry, Ron Jackson & Bennett Paster) feat. Neal Smith,Paul Beaudry,Ron Jackson,Bennett Paster

歌詞

The future is the past And it will last for as long as it's lasted Every time I get plastered I see stars Livin' deep inside of me We were all once a part of distant galaxies And I swear When the universe ends I'll be there 'Cos I wanna see what love looks like When there's no sound, no matter, no light, no television, no air You know it's funny how the people say the world is changed, It's like: Saying that stranger's a kind of strange It's like: Saying that water is kind of wet It's like: Saying that Elvis is kind of dead It's evident to anyone with half a brain that things change, That's why books have more than one page, That's why, me and my grandfather aren't the same age, That's why New Kids On The Block thery're not rockin' on Triple-J But, the more things change, the more they stay the same Same old girls, same wars, same games Sure, there's climate change, and there's terrorists and AIDS But we used to have the Nazis And now it's was way way way worse But things get bad, then get better, Before I started eating brie, I used to eat cheddar The world is always gonna change, only love stays the same, Like I say in the refrain The future is the past And it will last for as long as it's lasted Every time I get plastered I see stars Livin' deep inside of me We were all once a part of distant galaxies And I swear When the universe ends I'll be there 'Cos I wanna see what love looks like When there's no sound, no matter, no light, no television, no air When I died, I got them to cryogenically freeze me Believe me, it cost four million, that's cheap To see the future, see infinity, I thought that I had proven the truth of man's divinity But I discovered, I was poor like a chimney sweep, The richest man is just a tramp in the scheme of things Up there in the future, it wasn't much fun, Just a bunch of frozen businessman dreaming of a refund "Gimme back my money" They were yellin' , Calling for the manager They were used to those credit card advantages But MasterCard can't change the past, can it? No kind of plastic is worth shit on a dead planet The whole place was cold like you wouldn't believe Just dead rocks in a dried up sea Just like time gone by Just like five fuckin' billion BC The future is the past And it will last for as long as it's lasted Every time I get plastered I see stars Livin' deep inside of me We were all once a part of distant galaxies And I swear When the universe ends I'll be there 'Cos I wanna see what love looks like When there's no sound, no matter, no light, no television, no air Instrumental The meek shall inherit the earth, they're fine Don't have to fight for that shit Just have to bide your time Keep quiet, don't write any rhymes if you can help it 'Cos I'm sure god favors the silent, not the violent, Maybe the vibrant, definitely firemen Maybe the prime mister if he sticks to his assignment To lead wisely and not be divisive And while I'm on the subject, God, can you make him bring back human rights All right, fine, this is not a diatribe Just an ordinary rhyme about extraordinary times Hey, digital natives, on the love super highway You come my way leave e-mails and just fly away How good's that? I guess it's not all bad Crap, shit, fuck! We can still make positive tracks, Cut them on wax, under the full moon, Bury 'em for a month, And deep fry that to make, to make beats fat Fatter in batter, that's my motto, Like Spector said: back to mono, before he went loco Chatter for chatters sake that's the game, So I write rhymes that don't necessarily mean a thing Sometimes, but this time I write a rhyme I can't deny I lie awake at night and recite the diatribe I'm alive and inspired to write rhymes or die tryin'. The future is the past And it will last for as long as it's lasted Every time I get plastered I see stars Livin' inside of me We were all once a part of distant galaxies And I swear When the universe ends I'll be there 'Cos I wanna see what love looks like When there's no sound, no matter, no light, no television, no air