open up the door

lay the orange juice on the floor

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



there's sleeping bags and fire

and it's getting down to the wire

so grab yourself a spot and settle down awhile



'cause its getting hard to think

and my clothes are starting to shrink

and the moon is saggin down like a metal ball



and the world is a holiday

smokin' in an old ashtray

they just blow it out their nose and say ok



so let's try to make it last

the past is still the past

and tomorrow is just another crazy scam