100 Years From Now Songtext
von Theo Katzman
100 Years From Now Songtext
100 years from now, no one will care about
Anything you ever did, anything you ever said
And if by chance they do, you were probably a jerk
Or likely even worse, kept people down by force
But perhaps you were a saint, that′s an honorable thing
Gave your life to help the poor, fought injustices and wars
Either way, you get the point, we don't have much time to waste
Just find yourself a horse and ride it ′til it breaks
All anyone will say is, "Wait, what was their name?"
But don't worry, it's okay, actually, it′s great
′Cause no one's keeping score, so
So just get over you-you-ooh
Get over you, get over you
100 years from now, you′ll be floating through the air
While the cocaine that you did decompose in your hair
If you'll listen to this song, then 100 years from now
You′ll probably be dead unless you've figured out
How to change the serpentine belt, replace all your stem cells
Seven daily health tips, ketosis or kale chips
So what′s it all about? Can't we figure this shit out?
Do we really have to fight if we all still have to die?
All anyone will say is, "Wait, what was their name?"
But don't worry, it′s okay, actually, it′s great
'Cause no one′s keeping score, so
So just get over you-you-ooh
Get over you, get over you
A couple years ago, my friend took a vacation
30 days of silence, tried to meditate
Somewhere in Southeast Asia, I think it was Thailand
Either way, he showed me pictures from this camera
And written on the wall of the temple where he sat
It said, "Cut yourself some slack" and then this basic fact
It made me laugh out loud, so deep but yet so simple
It said, "100 years from now, remember all new people"
So just get over you-you-ooh
Get over you, get over you-you-ooh
Get over you, get over-
Get over, over, get over you, oh-
Anything you ever did, anything you ever said
And if by chance they do, you were probably a jerk
Or likely even worse, kept people down by force
But perhaps you were a saint, that′s an honorable thing
Gave your life to help the poor, fought injustices and wars
Either way, you get the point, we don't have much time to waste
Just find yourself a horse and ride it ′til it breaks
All anyone will say is, "Wait, what was their name?"
But don't worry, it's okay, actually, it′s great
′Cause no one's keeping score, so
So just get over you-you-ooh
Get over you, get over you
100 years from now, you′ll be floating through the air
While the cocaine that you did decompose in your hair
If you'll listen to this song, then 100 years from now
You′ll probably be dead unless you've figured out
How to change the serpentine belt, replace all your stem cells
Seven daily health tips, ketosis or kale chips
So what′s it all about? Can't we figure this shit out?
Do we really have to fight if we all still have to die?
All anyone will say is, "Wait, what was their name?"
But don't worry, it′s okay, actually, it′s great
'Cause no one′s keeping score, so
So just get over you-you-ooh
Get over you, get over you
A couple years ago, my friend took a vacation
30 days of silence, tried to meditate
Somewhere in Southeast Asia, I think it was Thailand
Either way, he showed me pictures from this camera
And written on the wall of the temple where he sat
It said, "Cut yourself some slack" and then this basic fact
It made me laugh out loud, so deep but yet so simple
It said, "100 years from now, remember all new people"
So just get over you-you-ooh
Get over you, get over you-you-ooh
Get over you, get over-
Get over, over, get over you, oh-
Writer(s): Theodore Katzman, Tyler Duncan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com