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