Tomorrow's Bread

Briefly alive, a long time dead,

trying to make the best of it.

Give us, today, tomorrow’s bread.

Picture the lilies! Jesus said

Solomon wasn’t half as fit.

Briefly alive, a long time dead,

how shall we sleep unless we’re fed?

The board is bare; why would we sit?

Give us, today, tomorrow’s bread.

We tilled your soil. Our fingers bled.

The famine struck. We took the hit.

Briefly alive, a long time dead,

with every Autumn comes the dread

of sicknesses we daren’t admit.

Give us, today, tomorrow’s bread,

you Great and Good! We're going to bed.

We pay your tax, endure your shit.

Briefly alive, a long time dead,

give us, today, tomorrow's bread.