A Trip Out

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. --- A Trip Out - Sea Power