So now we're on a death trip Listen to the blood drip Oozing from a curled lip Ever thought of dying slowly Ever thought of dying totally unholy Someone's trying to fool us Maybe it's your daughters Can you hear the Walrus Offering a sad solution He's calling out for teenage revolution And "Can you think of one good reason To remain?" To you afficianados Fooling with bravado To keep me on my guard-o And cause a consciousness explosion It's getting difficult to keep my mind in motion Images of sunshine Lease, to make the words rhyme Let me die in eight-time Let me write a tale to no-one Let me write a tale to make you think you're someone And "Can you think of one good reason To remain?" Interval: We'll grow Sweet Ipomoea To make us feel much freer Then take a pinch of Schemeland And turn it into Dreamland "Softly, Lautrec," she whispered in awe "Build me a picture of children at war"