Quasi R.i.p.
Strange girls scrawl on the walls of their strange blue paradise/ So in love with misery, Baby R.I.P./ So long stuck in the sand on the shores of Oblivion/ Now free, drifting out to sea, Baby R.I.P./ Bells ring, loudspeakers sing on an unseen carousel/ Oh how simple it would be, Baby R.I.P