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 on fire and it's getting down to the wire
So grab yourself a spot and settle down awhile
'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 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