He was hardcore
Hardcore, futuristic junkie
Living on concepts
Fatalist
Mr BS has seen our destiny
Thinking we're faceless

We've read your heavy weather
I cannot tell whether you really care
Are we going somewhere?

We'll try to make tomorrow now
In this life together
We'll try to make it real somehow
Oh yea

She was desperate
Desperately seeking her pleasure
Dressed up like Bowie
Vivian, watching the past on old videos
Can't face the future

I know she loves her pleasure
I cannot tell whether you really care
Are we going nowhere?

We'll try to make tomorrow now
Despite the pressure
We'll try to make it real somehow
In this life together
We'll try to make it real somehow
Oh yea

I'm not the type to tell you what you should be doing right now
Instead of reaching no one maybe you should compromise the way you're sending messages
And figure out some other way

We'll try to make tomorrow now
Despite the pressure
We'll try to make it real somehow
And make it better
We'll try to make tomorrow now
In this life together
We'll try to make it real somehow
Oh yea