Sleeping Bag de Beck

Open up the door
Lay the orange juice on the floor
We're having a picnic on the other side of town

The sleeping bags on fire
And it's getting down to the wire
So grab yourself a spot and settle down awhile

Cos its getting hard to think
And my clothes are starting to shrink
And the moon is sagging down like a metal ball

And the world is a holiday
Smoking in an old ashtray
They just blow it out their nose and say ok

So lets try to make this last
The past is still the past
And tomorrow is just another crazy scam