Lyrics:

Harley

So now we're on a death trip, listen to the blood drip
Oozing from a curled lip, ever thought of dying slowly
Ever thought of dying totally unholy.

Someone's trying to fool us, maybe it's your daughters
Can you hear the walrus offering a sad solution ?
He's calling out for teenage revolution
And can you think of one good reason to remain ? To remain ? To remain ? To remain ?

To you afficionados, fooling with bravado
Keep me on my guard-o cause a consciousness explosion
It's getting difficult to keep my mind in motion.

Images of sunshine, please to make the words rhyme
Let me die in eight-time, let me write a tale to no one
Let me write a tale to make you think you're someone
Can you think of one good reason to remain ? To remain ? To remain ? To remain ?

We'll grow sweet Ipomoea to make us feel much freer
Then take a pinch of Schemeland and turn it into Dreamland
'Softly Lautrec' - she whispered in awe
'Build me a picture of children at war'.

We'll grow sweet Ipomoea to make us feel much freer
Then take a pinch of Schemeland and turn it into Dreamland
'Softly Lautrec' - she whispered in awe
'Build me a picture of children at war'.

We'll grow sweet Ipomoea to make us feel much freer
Then take a pinch of Schemeland and turn it into Dreamland
'Softly Lautrec' - she whispered in awe
'Build me a picture of children at war'
'Softly Lautrec' - she whispered in awe
'Build me a picture of children at war'
'Softly Lautrec' - she whispered in awe
'Build me a picture of children at war'.

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So now we're on a death trip, listen to the blood drip
Oozing from a curled lip, ever thought of dying slowly
Ever thought of dying totally unholy
And can you think of one good reason to remain ? To remain ? To remain ? To remain ?