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Build us a vehicle
Set us a course
Pick up your sickle
Get on board
We're all going on a trip out
We're all going on a trip out
We're all getting, all getting out
Out with the daggers
Off with the gloves
There is so much
That you can loath
And I can't stop thinking about it
And I can't stop working it out
It doesn't come much bigger than this
You see a point and you make a wish
Everything tragic, take it away
One fine day before the apocalypse
And I know it's not impossible
From a hill top, worn out short grass
I don't know how long it can last
Up then toward the see saw
Up then toward the gibberish
Up then toward being a bore
Up then toward the apocalypse
Build us a vehicle
Set us a course
Pick up your sickle
Get on board
Lonely are the brave
There is a chance
Of happiness
Yeah, but it is over so fast
And I can't stop thinking about it
And I can't stop working it out
No la dee da, no picnickers
Just party, party in a tweety land
How long, how long, how long?
One fine day before the apocalypse
And I know it's not impossible
From a hill top, worn out short grass
I don't know how long it can last
Up then toward the see saw
Up then toward the gibberish
Up then toward being a bore
Up then toward the apocalypse
- Album:
- Let the Dancers Inherit the Party
- Sea Of Brass
- Machineries of Joy
- Re-Joys Machineries Of Joy Remix CD
- From The Sea To The Land Beyond
- Man Of Aran
- Do You Like Rock Music?
- Open Season
- It Ended On An Oily Stage (Single)
- Please Stand Up (Single)
- The Spirit of St. Louis
- The Decline of British Sea Power
- Carrion/Apologies To Insect Life
- Remember Me (Single)
- Miscellaneous
- Valhalla Dancehall
- Non-Album Releases
- The Compleat British Sea Power, Vol. 1: The Decline of...
- EP6
- EP4