Sleeping Bag

Open up the door Lay the orange juice on the floor We're having a picnic on the other side of town The sleeping bags on fire And it's 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 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 ok So lets try to make this last The past is still the past And tomorrow is just another crazy scam