A Trip Out

歌詞

Build us a vehicle, Set us a course. Pick up your sickle, Get on board. We're all going on a trip out. We're all going on a trip out. We're all getting, all getting out. Out with the daggers, Off with the gloves. There is so much, That you can loath. And I can't stop thinking about it, And I can't stop working it out. It doesn't come much bigger than this. You see a point and you make a wish. Everything tragic, Take it away. One fine day before the apocalypse, And I know it's not impossible. From a hill top, Worn out short grass, I don't know how long it can last. Up then toward the see saw. Up then toward the gibberish. Up then toward being a bore Up then toward the apocalypse. Build us a vehicle, Set us a course. Pick up your sickle, Get on board. Lonely are the brave. There is a chance Of happiness. Yeah, but it is over so fast. And I can't stop thinking about it, And I can't stop working it out. No la dee da, No picnickers, Just party, party in a tweety land. How long, how long, how long? One fine day before the apocalypse, And I know it's not impossible. From a hill top, Worn out short grass, I don't know how long it can last. Up then toward the see saw. Up then toward the gibberish. Up then toward being a bore Up then toward the apocalypse.