Bad Seeds - Tomorrows Bad Seeds

Wake up in the morning

Wipe the sleep from my eyes

Reach for my stash and zags

Ready to twist one up real fast

For tomorrows seeds them grow up to be bad

And though my clothes are a bit shabby

I still hold my head up high

Rockin' this rub a dub style oh oh oohh

But then I think to myself oh lord what can I do

Old Mary Jane I got to learn to not to love you ohh ohh

Open the door

To take a walk outside

When I’m with Mary

Everything seems just right

And when I come home late

And Miss Jane is nowhere to be found

It seems my luck has all run out ooh oohh oohh

But when I think to myself oh lord what can I do

Old Mary Jane I got to learn to not to love you ohh ohh

Turn down the light

Said gettin' ready for tonight

Reach for my stash and zags

It seems my sister stole my stash

See how tomorrows seeds

Them grow up to be bad like me

Reggae music make me feel so irie

Do you wanna get high with me

It’ll make you feel real irie

When you rockin' with tomorrows bad seeds

But then I think to myself oh lord what can I do

Old Mary Jane I got to learn to not to love you ohh ohh

Reggae music make me feel so irie

Do you feel the way I do

It’ll make you feel real irie

When you rockin' reggae dub old school

Oh how the music make me feel so irie

Do you wanna get high with me

It’ll make you feel real irie

When you rockin' with tomorrows bad seeds