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 walros
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 keepmy 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
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 into Dreamland
"Softly, Lautrec," she whispered in awe
"Build me a picture of children at war"