Build us a vehicle,nSet us a course.nPick up your sickle,nGet on board.nnWe're all going on a trip out.nWe're all going on a trip out.nWe're all getting, all getting out.nnOut with the daggers,nOff with the gloves.nThere is so much,nThat you can loath.nnAnd I can't stop thinking about it,nAnd I can't stop working it out.nIt doesn't come much bigger than this.nYou see a point and you make a wish.nEverything tragic,nTake it away.nnOne fine day before the apocalypse,nAnd I know it's not impossible.nFrom a hill top,nWorn out short grass,nI don't know how long it can last.nUp then toward the see saw.nUp then toward the gibberish.nUp then toward being a borenUp then toward the apocalypse.nnBuild us a vehicle,nSet us a course.nPick up your sickle,nGet on board.nnLonely are the brave.nThere is a chancenOf happiness.nYeah, but it is over so fast.nnAnd I can't stop thinking about it,nAnd I can't stop working it out.nNo la dee da,nNo picnickers,nJust party, party in a tweety land.nnHow long, how long, how long?nnOne fine day before the apocalypse,nAnd I know it's not impossible.nFrom a hill top,nWorn out short grass,nI don't know how long it can last.nUp then toward the see saw.nUp then toward the gibberish.nUp then toward being a borenUp then toward the apocalypse.