Beck - Sleeping Bag lyrics

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 awhile 'cause its getting hard to think And my clothes are starting to shrink And the moon is saggin 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 ok So let's try to make it last The past is still the past And tomorrow is just another crazy scam