Tekst piosenki
So now were on a death triplisten to the blood dripoozing from a curled lipever thought of dying slowlyever thought of dying totally unholy Someones trying to fool usmaybe its your daughterscan you hear the walrosoffering a sad solutionhes calling out for teenage revolutionand "can you think of one good reason toremain?"To you afficianadosfooling with bravadoto keep me on my guard-oand cause a consciousness explosion(its getting difficult to keepmy mind inmotion)images of sunshineplease, to make the words rhymelet me die in eight-timelet me write a tale to no-onelet me write a tale to make you think youresomeoneand "Can you think of one good reason toremain?"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"
