(copyright steve harley)

So now were 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

Someones trying to fool us
Maybe its your daughters
Can you hear the walros
Offering a sad solution
Hes 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
(its getting difficult to keepmy 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 youre
Someone
And can you think of one good reason to
Remain?

Interval
Well grow sweet ipomoea
To make us feel much freer
Then take a pinch of schemeland
And turn into dreamland
Softly, lautrec, she whispered in awe
Build me a picture of children at war