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A Trip Out by British Sea Powerالقصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone

A Trip Out by 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.

Writer : NOBLE/WILKINSON/WILKINSON/WOOD
Copyright : Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC