Build us a vehicle
Set us a course
Pick up your sickle
Get on board
We´re all going on a trip out

We´re all going on a trip out
We´re all getting, all getting out
Out with the daggers
Off with the gloves
There is so much
That you can loath
And I can´t stop thinking about it
And I can´t stop working it out
It doesn´t come much bigger than this
You see a point and you make a wish
Everything tragic, take it away
One fine day before the apocalypse
And I know it´s not impossible
From a hill top, worn out short grass
I don´t know how long it can last
Up then toward the see saw
Up then toward the gibberish
Up then toward being a bore

Up then toward the apocalypse
Build us a vehicle
Set us a course
Pick up your sickle
Get on board
Lonely are the brave
There is a chance
Of happiness
Yeah, but it is over so fast
And I can´t stop thinking about it
And I can´t stop working it out
No la dee da, no picnickers
Just party, party in a tweety land
How long, how long, how long?
One fine day before the apocalypse
And I know it´s not impossible
From a hill top, worn out short grass
I don´t know how long it can last

Up then toward the see saw
Up then toward the gibberish
Up then toward being a bore
Up then toward the apocalypse