letra de sleeping bag – beck

open up the door
lay the orange juice on the floor
we’re having a picnic
on the other side of town

there’s sleeping bags and fire
and it’s getting down to the wire
so grab yourself a spot
and settle down awhile

’cause it’s 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 let’s try to make it last
the past is still the past

- letras de beck