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 you afficianados 
Fooling with bravado 
To keep me on my guard-o 
And cause a consciousness explosion 
It's getting difficult to keep my mind in motion 

Images of sunshine 
Lease, 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 
And "Can you think of one good reason 
To remain?" 

Interval: 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"