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