Beck - sleeping bag текст песни

Open up the door

Lay the orange juice on the floor

Were having a picnic on the other side of town

Theres sleeping bags and fire

And its getting down to the wire

So grab yourself a spot and settle down awhile

cause its getting hard to think

And my clothes are starting to shrink

And the moon is saggin down like a metal ball

And the world is a holiday

Smokin in an old ashtray

They just blow it out their nose and say ok

So lets try to make it last

The past is still the past

And tomorrow is just another crazy scam