Open up the door
  lay the orange juice on the floor
  they're having a picnic on the other side of town
  There's sleeping bags in fire
  and it's getting down to the wire
  so Grab yourself a spot and settle down a while
  'Cause 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
  smokin' 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 tommorrow is just another crazy scam