2+2 Makes 5

I live in a house,
Somewhere on your street,
Don't be afraid,
We've got it made,
If you would marry me.

I live in a house,
In the stairway on your shelf,
Collecting clouds to cry out loud,
At your calamity.

I can't wait, (I can't wait)
Yea, for you to discorporate, (I can't wait)
I don't even need your empty bait,
In this world of smoke and chives,
Where 2+2 makes 5.

While walking 'cross the lake,
I fell onto the moon,
Imagine that,
The world is flat,
It's really crowded here.

The martians soon attacked,
And tied the laces on my hair,
And moved to France,
And learned to dance,
On the craters of Normandy.

I can't wait, (I can't wait)
Maybe you will evaporate, (I can't wait)
I don't even need your empty bait,
In this world of smoke and chives,
Where 2+2 makes-

I can't wait, (I can't wait)
Yea, for you to discorporate, (I can't wait)
Can I even get one last blind date,
In this world of smoke and chives,
Where 2+2 makes 5.

And only good men die,
I'll be a Jesus Christ,
And only good men die.

Oooh...

(music)

I can't wait,
Yea baby, I can't wait,
Yea baby, I can't wait,
Yea baby, I can't wait,
The statement is false!