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"