A Trip Out lyrics

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 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 hilltop, worn-out short grass
I don't know how long it could last
Up then toward the seesaw, 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's 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 hilltop, worn-out short grass
I don't know how long it can last
Up then toward the seesaw, up then toward the gibberish
Up then toward being a bore, up then toward the apocalypse