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.