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 you afficianados

Fooling with bravado

To keep me on my guard-o

And cause a consciousness explosion

It's getting difficult to keep my mind in motion

Images of sunshine

Lease, 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

And "Can you think of one good reason

To remain?"

Interval: 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"