Beck – Sleeping Bag Lyrics

Open up the door
Lay the orange juice on the floor
Were having a picnic on the other side of town

Theres sleeping bags and fire
And its 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 lets try to make it last
The past is still the past
And tomorrow is just another crazy scam