Steve Harley - DEATH TRIP lyrics

(Copyright Steve Harley)

So now we're on a death trip

listen to the blood drip

oozing from a curled lip

ever thought of dying slowly

ever thought of dying totally unholy

someone's trying to fool us

maybe it's your daughters

can you hear the walros

offering a sad solution

he's calling out for teenage revolution

and "can you think of one good reason to

remain?"

To you afficianados

fooling with bravado

to keep me on my guard-o

and cause a consciousness explosion

(it's getting difficult to keepmy mind in

motion)

images of sunshine

please, to make the words rhyme

let me die in eight-time

let me write a tale to no-one

let me write a tale to make you think you're

someone

and "Can you think of one good reason to

remain?"

Interval

We'll 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"