2+2 Makes Five

I live in a house,
 Somewhere on your street,
 Don't be afraid,
 We've got it made,
 If you were to 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,
 For you to discorporate,
 I don't need your empty bait,
 In this world of smoke and chives,
 Where 2 plus 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,
 Maybe you will evaporate,
 I don't even need your empty bait,
 In this world of smoke and chives,
 Where 2 plus 2 makes -
 I can't wait,
 Yea, for you to discoporate,
 Can I even get one last blind date,
 In this world of smoke and chives,
 Where 2 plus 2 makes 5.
 And only good men die,
 I'll be a Jesus Christ,
 And only good men die.
 Ooooh...
 I can't wait,
 Yea baby I can't wait,
 Yea baby I can't wait,
 Yeah baby I can't wait.
 This statement is false!