tomorrow's going to be a better day

to the misanthropic misbegotten merchants of gloom

who look into their crystal balls and prophesy our doom

let the death knell chime

its the end of time

let the cynics put their blinkers on and toast our decline

don't become demoralized by this chorus of complaint

it's a sure sign that the old world is terminally quaint

and tomorrow's gonna be a better day

no matter what the siren voices say

tomorrow's gonna be a better day

we're gonna to make it that way

to the pessimistic populists to harbor no doubt

that every day we make our way to hell in a hand cart

and the snaky set

who's snapping to get

anyone who sticks their head above the parapet

oh don't become disheartened baby

don't be fooled

take it from someone who knows the glass is half full

and tomorrow's gonna be a better day

no matter what the siren voices say

tomorrow's gonna be a better day

we're gonna make it that way