BECK - Sleeping Bag lyrics

rate me

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 it's 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 let's try to make it last

The past is still the past