Friends In Real Life - Make it to Tomorrow (ft Julio IV) [Official Music Video]
A newly-unemployed office worker is drawn into a resistance movement against his former employer.
Part two of a series.
Part one here: • Friends In Real Life - Johnson Road (Offic...
Part three here: • Friends In Real Life - Ronstadt Center Sun...
Part four here: • Friends In Real Life - Vain (ft Ruth Garbu...
Music by Friends In Real Life, featuring Julio IV, from their upcoming album: https://friendsinreallife.bandcamp.com.
This is a work of fiction (inspired by issues that effect the real world). None of the specific people, institutions or projects depicted exist, and any resemblance is purely coincidental.
Videography by Anna Brody (https://www.annabrody.net). Editing/post-production by morgans brother (https://www.morgansbrother.com). Choreography by Garrett Larribas (https://www.creativeexpressionsfinear...).
Featuring:
deja finley
Julio IV
Lane
Lane's Girlfriend
Lauren
Leora
Mad Mindy
morgans brother
Patrick Schneeweis
Skyler
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LYRICS
I'm not the next Johnny Hobo
I'm the last Johnny Moto
And if you think you get it
No, you fucking don't
We were reading Don Quixote
In the squat so long ago
Playing what is to be done
Until the sun was hanging low
It almost got me back to that
"Break a window, write a communique" shit
But if that changed anything
They'd legalize it
They don't jail the rebels now
They just let 'em go legit
Paying taxes on the contraband
Julio used to flip
Back when I sold my food stamps
Chasing for a hit
Fifty cents on the dollar, shit
Some things never switch
We were all drowning then
A lot of us didn't live
So if I make it to tomorrow
Put sixteen on the chip
We could make it to tomorrow
But I wouldn't bet on that
We could make it to tomorrow
Wonder if I should apologize
Or make peace with my past
Rest in peace to the many
Who left this ride too fast
We don't stop sometimes
Always back on the grind
Never wrote a proper will
Never will find the time
Not a stick in the mud
I'm a shovel that's digging up bones
And been looking for trouble
Since I was a teenage communist
Break-dancing with the devil in a pinch
Somehow made it to this song
After dying a thousand times
Some folks even sang along
As I stood on stage and cried
Funny really, been a villain
And a pretty poet too
Been a fighter, been a quitter
But I'll always speak my fucking truth
Been a drug dealer, hustler
Father figure, and a kid abused
Still consider it win to live
But oftentimes I lose
We could make it to tomorrow
But we'll never outrun our past
We could make it to tomorrow
We could make it to tomorrow
But I wouldn't bet on that
We could make it to tomorrow