A Trip Out - Sea Power

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