Creepin'

(álbum: We're An American Band - 1973)

Hey, everybody won't you lend me your ear,
There's something to fear, it's here, and that's clear.
Men getting rich off raping the land,
I can't understand, why we don't take them in hand.

Woah, oh ... Lord, I don't want to be their fool no more.
I don't want to be their fool no more.
Open eyes, but you're sleeping,
You best wake up 'fore tomorrow comes creeping in.
'Fore tomorrow comes creeping in.

Feel that our lives are in the hands of fools,
Loosing their cool, it's us that they rule.
Too many people sitting dead on their ass,
They ain't got no class, people, this time must pass.

Woah, oh ... Lord, I don't want to be their fool no more.
Hey ... I don't want to be their fool no more.
Open eyes, but you're sleeping,
You best wake up 'fore tomorrow comes creeping in.
'Fore tomorrow comes creeping in.

Woah, oh ... yeah, tomorrow comes creeping.

Oh ... hear me crying 'cause the people like me,
That long to be free, are not actually.
Please everybody won't you hear this song,
Help a country that's wrong, to someday be strong.

Woah, oh ... Lord, I don't want to be their fool no more.
No! Lord, I don't want to be their fool no more.
Open eyes, but you're sleeping,
You best wake up 'fore tomorrow comes creeping.
Creeping ...
Creeping ...
Creeping ...

Creeping ...
Creeping ...
Creeping ...
Creeping ...
Creeping ...
Creeping ...

Tomorrow comes creeping.
Tomorrow comes creeping.
Tomorrow comes creeping.
Tomorrow comes creeping.
Tomorrow comes creeping.
Tomorrow comes creeping.
Tomorrow comes creeping.
Tomorrow comes creeping.