lies We're always waiting for the happy ending Just the start of our demise That we must escape, we've got to make our great escape
you want at Alice's Restaurant You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant Walk right in it's around the back Just a half a mile from the railroad
that she would never run away, From the problems that we both knew that we would have to face, Well she grabbed her car keys and she made her great escape
Chorus:] Plotting in the dark Burnin' in my heart Our great escape from the planet of the ant men Plotting in the dark Burning' our hearts Our great escape
you So physiologically knowledgeable that I could probably not move and follow you) To escape you'll have to navigate through space for instance Eight solar systems away
a mile away) Would I pack up my bags and leave this world behind? (If Heaven was a mile away) Or save it all for you? (If Heaven was a mile away) Would
you. The laughing stops cause he's too near you. The girl you left that always loved you. Returns to earth from miles above you now. So wash away the
we livin' in the Matrix way before the movie Kids fiend before the camera screaming; just shoot me Now they scream a million miles away from the sun
of course we're miles away from home we sink like stones and we're lost beneath the waves not a trace to mark the graves lost and tired and chained of
different day Six hundred thousand miles away Away. Out of the light back to my lifelong love necessity Down on the floor I bid farewell Heading for Hell Into the black towards the great escape
Run away, hit the road, don't commit You're full of shit She's in denial, he's in denial Didn't give an inch when I gave a mile I gave a mile, gave
beautiful face To fold thee in my great arms, my dark embrace In my arms I comforted her and she looked up at me Weep she did and tried to escape, my
get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant Walk right in it's around the back Just a half a mile
stones And we're lost beneath the waves Not a trace to mark the graves Lost and tired and chained Of course we plan the Great Escape We drag our great