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.