Open up the door

Lay the orange juice on the floor

We're having a picnic on the other side of town

The sleeping bags on fire

And it's getting down to the wire

So grab yourself a spot and settle down awhile

Cos its getting hard to think

And my clothes are starting to shrink

And the moon is sagging down like a metal ball

And the world is a holiday

Smoking in an old ashtray

They just blow it out their nose and say ok

So lets try to make this last

The past is still the past

And tomorrow is just another crazy scam