Death Trip

So now we're on a death trip, listen to the blood drip

Oozing from a curled lip, ever thought of dying slowly

Ever thought of dying totally unholy

Someone's trying to fool us, maybe it's your daughters

Can you hear the walrus offering a sad solution?

He's calling out for teenage revolution

And can you think of one good reason to remain? To remain? To remain? To remain?

To you aficionados, fooling with bravado

Keep me on my guard-o cause a consciousness explosion

It's getting difficult to keep my mind in motion

Images of sunshine, please to make the words rhyme

Let me die in eight-time, let me write a tale to no one

Let me write a tale to make you think you're someone

Can you think of one good reason to remain? To remain? To remain? To remain?

We'll grow sweet Ipomoea to make us feel much freer

Then take a pinch of Schemeland and turn it into Dreamland

'Softly Lautrec' - she whispered in awe

'Build me a picture of children at war'

We'll grow sweet Ipomoea to make us feel much freer

Then take a pinch of Schemeland and turn it into Dreamland

'Softly Lautrec' - she whispered in awe

'Build me a picture of children at war'

We'll grow sweet Ipomoea to make us feel much freer

Then take a pinch of Schemeland and turn it into Dreamland

'Softly Lautrec' - she whispered in awe

'Build me a picture of children at war'

'Softly Lautrec' - she whispered in awe

'Build me a picture of children at war'

'Softly Lautrec' - she whispered in awe

'Build me a picture of children at war'

So now we're on a death trip, listen to the blood drip

Oozing from a curled lip, ever thought of dying slowly

Ever thought of dying totally unholy

And can you think of one good reason to remain? To remain? To remain? To remain?