Sleeping Bag - Beck

Open up the door

Lay the orange juice on the floor

We’re having a picnic

On the other side of town

There’s sleeping bags and fire

And it’s getting down to the wire

So grab yourself a spot

And settle down a while

Because it’s getting hard to think

And my clothes are starting to shrink

And the moon is sagging down

Like a metal ball

And the world is a holiday

Smoking' in an old ashtray

They just blow it out their nose

And say okay

So let’s try to make it last

The past is still the past

And tomorrow is just another crazy scam