A Trip Out Lyrics - Do You Like Rock Music? - British Sea Power

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.