Shapes Of Things (originally By The Yardbirds) Lyrics - Dead Milkmen

Shapes of things before my eyes 

They teach me to despise 

Will time make man more wise? 

Here beneath my lonely frame 

My eyes just hurt my brain 

But will it seem the same? 

(Come tomorrow), will I be older 

(Come tomorrow), maybe a soldier 

(Come tomorrow), will I be bolder than today 

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(Come tomorrow), will I be older 

(Come tomorrow), maybe a soldier 

(Come tomorrow), will I be bolder than today 

Boy into your passing hands 

Please don't destroy these lands 

Don't make them desert sands