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 their 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"