Open up the door Lay the orange juice on the floor We're having a picnic On the other side of town There's sleeping bags and fire And it's getting down to the wire So grab yourself a spot And settle down awhile 'Cause it's getting hard to think And my clothes are starting to shrink And the moon is sagging down Like a metal ball And the world is a holiday Smoking' in an old ashtray They just blow it out their nose And say ok So let's try to make it last The past is still the past